Текст песни Danny Boy - Jordan feat. Maverick Sabre & Big Narstie

When them church bells start to ring
And an angel gets his wings
I ain't scared of anything
Embrace the pain
I've been blessed in every way
I woke up again today
Not in jail or in a grave
Embrace the pain

Tell me boy no pies or pots
I'll call it, call it
Tell me boy no pies or pots
I'll call it, call it

Raised in the street
Tryna make some fee for the great and the keen
Shout out my gypsies, they know what I mean
With a witch of shades, never spoke to police
Hated man, a whole load of beef
Me and Subley, won't really do this
Out knocking in old vans, tryna get new whips
Foolish school kids, ruined our futures
Grew up in institutions before you visit was units

Young, wild, stupid
Spent too much time secluded
But when I come home and go ruthless
I like low-wage robbery shootings
Them smashing grabs with looting
On stolen bikes we're zooming
Jewelry shops and drawers we're rooting
Soulful Dublin, Belfast, Brodie streets are fucking polluted

When them church bells start to ring
And an angel gets his wings
I ain't scared of anything
Embrace the pain
I've been blessed in every way
I woke up again today
Not in jail or in a grave
Embrace the pain

Tell me boy no pies or pots
I call it, call it
Tell me boy no pies or pots
I call it, call it

When I ripped this bar 'cause I was numb
R.I.P. pudding, A.L.A.L. Tommy Gunn
Big up Bobby Mikey Kerry
Up the from County Kerry
My mission is pound to penny
My gypsy boy's alive as any, hype and ready
Meanie, meanie, meanie, man
I can see the evil eye, I was flying to the sky

They don't wanna see me shine, woah
Wolves out, you know that it's dinner time, woah
Send me you all for a fight, woah
Early morning cock-a-doodle-doo
Lord have mercy on the things we do
A-L-B-D-B-D, you know that it's blue
On my scale, fish scale, overwhelm is my view
Gun carry like Moses, it is true

When them church bells start to ring
And an angel gets his wings
I ain't scared of anything
Embrace the pain
I've been blessed in every way
I woke up again today
Not in jail or in a grave
Embrace the pain

Tell me boy no pies or pipes
I'll call it, call it