paroles de chanson Little Hulton - Jordan

(Mikey Joe made this)

I've always been a hoods hottest
Real street kid bro, I got my hood poppin'
Robbed boxes and got my whole hood shottin'
Beef come up but my whole fuckin' hood shoties
Had this whole town under manors, fuck the gossip
Police spent a million pounds just to ban me from it
Gang orders put my friends and my family on it
Put my city on the map and no one thanked me for it

From the home of coke addicts, young alcoholics
Everybody's hurt and they're tryna block it
Hooked on drugs and they can't stop it
Used to serve 'em on the corner where the SPAR shop is
Banned from town, said I can't go back
But I still had my town on smash
Went to war, seen my whole town grass
I was tryna get my whole town whacked

Ask their mum and dads, bro, if this is just rap
From the front door, man got snatched
Tied and gagged and that's just facts
So fuck all the raps and fuck the chat
'Cause I was 25 before I fuckin' rapped
Came home, banged straps, and they took me back
And on my own, I did it
And on my own, I did it

Told 'em in prison, but pricks didn't listen
Left them gates and won my mission
To put myself in this position
Make the transition, convict to musician
Convict to musician
Got myself in the charts, won heart with my lyrics
In front of major labels, and I'm pitchin' my vision
Came at me screamin', "Bro, you did it!"

Smashin' up his pad, watchin' me on television
Told him it's for us, my brother and don't give in
When you're in a cell, it's hard to stay driven
On the wing with the robbers and the killers
200 dead souls alive, not livin'
Screws conspire analyse and listen
I gamble with my life, I'm on a tightrope skippin'
(I'm on a tightrope skippin')

Someone tell the estate that I ain't changed on 'em
And I'm sad that I got took away from 'em
Committed crimes and I had to pay for 'em
I miss the dirty walls, remember wrote my name on 'em
Spar grove, that's where I got my name poppin'
That's where I robbed thingy, I ain't name droppin'
Me and Kane plottin', no shottin' straight robbin'
Someone tell the estate that I ain't changed on 'em

Just a peasant from Chedworth Crescent
Smoked weed since the age of seven
Little menace, I was skippin' lesson
Jumped the gate at dinner, Mr. Povey stressin'

Harrop was my first school, Broadwalk my second
Never made it to year 11
'Cause I was in the juvies reppin'
A wing on the ones in pad seven
This part of Britain ain't great
Teen pregnancy, minimum wage
The land of shattered dreams teachers used to say
Steal our star, that's how we were raised

Kids sell work before they learn a trade
Child neglect, parents' eyes are glazed
And if you're goin' through the struggle, then I feel ya pain
Just know it's never too late to make a change

And this one's for little Wes, rest in peace Elaine
And this one's for little L, free him out the cage
This one's for Cos for keepin' me safe
I was young on the run, she'd always give me a place
Anytime I was hungry, always give me a plate
And this one's for Moo, man, I miss my little mate
Smack needles on the street where we used to play
I'm talkin' about Old Lane Eastern Way

Little Hulton is my home, and I'm proud to say
This one's for everyone from back in the day
(This shit's for everybody, man)