Lyrics My Thoughts - PDC

I got love for you, so I love to see chillin'.
I love to see you making it.
I love to see you winning,
But you don't really love me but you love to see slipin'.
You love to see me sinning while and not see me sliping.
So I lock away from everyone, stay to myself.
On my own turn off my phone and just pray for myself.
Lord I got so many issues but I say to myself;
Ain't nobody really love me,so I face it myself.
It's a cold world, I just wish I knew from the start,
Everybody say they love me but they ain't true from the heart.
Me and you were really close but soon grew apart.
Now I am crying sitting in a empty room in the dark.
I'm in a room full of shark and an endz full of snake.
Why so many people grew up on envy and hate.
I just hold on my fate,head strong and never break.
Now I'm tired of being friendly darg, I don't want no mates.
I don't need no fake niggas, I don't need a click,
I don't need no family and I don't need a chick.
Cause all I gt in this world is my word and my stick.
You can never overcome and turn up my shit.
Cause life ain't fair but man don't care,
And dog I'm getting paranoid so man don't stand.
The grams ain't there so I got to get that and I
Know they wanna kill me so I got to stay strapped.
In my cell missing road like I got to get back.
And everyone that forget about me got to get clack.
Most of my niggaz getting five,
Ten and twenties from the judge, and by the time they get home.
They lost everything they love brother
Coked out sister too, mummy is gone above.
So he's banging out but all he really wanted was a hug.
I used to love life now I'm feeling sad and alone.
Hate the fame now I used too feel placed and anon.
Lonely jail cell is all ever had for a home.
All these chats to calm us down we were bad to the bones.
If they hand over the money then the gun won't
Blast, robbing used to be funny but the fun don't last.
Death is only around the corner and it's comes so fast.
I shed tears for Skrilla cause his mum just passed.
See we stars but for them we just icy free.
Just another chilli problem in this icy street.
And after 30 years of prison life why be free.
Say they took away life and gave us IPP.
Fuck free strip murder order minimum thirty.
Got stressing in the night and feeling sick when it's early.
Plus the judge stayed pissed off bitter and dirty.
They just words he don't care how much bird gonna hurt me.
So I fade away, life among the rest of the lifers.
Memories in my teen we were certified riders.
Never had no father figures,
So the hood just inspired us,
Yeah we did a lot wrong but we had goodness inside us.
Guess the street was my destiny, but who can I blame,
They tryna do me for this murder charge due to my name.
And they got witnesses who know my face due to the fame.
Everly burders got me losing weight due the pain.
Some people cry visibly shed them tears from their eyes.
But we don't cry physically we shed tears from inside.
So when I tell I'm cool, can you see it that I lied.
This people got me burning deep but I keep my deed and my pride.
I'm over easing myself because I know how to write.
I'm making all the prayers a daily cause I know tried.
But this geegs keep cuffin me, pees ain't lovely,
Pain's getting worst and weed ain't touching me.
Ahhh
Listen.
Yo...
Straight...
Listen
And now I'm back in full effect right
God fuck linx stock I got the hood effeck.
Roberto Cavalli jeans and my hoodies is fresh.
Now I'm about buggati from my shades to my fucking creps.
My team supreme you can fuck the rest.
Exortion and gun galore to keep my hood in check next I'm in
Jamaica running ski jet jet ski Wiz got me twisted like Kiev sweat.
I got the sun tan glow.
My lyrics banging to your brain I got the brain bang flow.
And everyday I pray so that the pain can go.
I'm in the worst hood still hood. Chains hang low sho.
My momma said tuck your chain son, they'll
Take it
I just give her one of my stealth faces,
Like yeah right momma, they know what im like
Momma
Im still your baby boy but to them im the shyte
Momma'