Текст песни No More - Mic Righteous

Fucking, im about to do this im about to rep this,
Class A forever, we will never stop, we will never flop, we will never drop,
Whatever it takes we will make it to the top,
Straight up, this is me, this is personnal, this is my life, this is Margate,
Im reprenting blood...

I can see my life fading away,
Realities ripping my heart like the graze on my pain,
To the point i cant sleep so im staying up late,
Blazing an 8th, trying to put all of my pain on the page,
Im sick of living this life where everyday is the same,
Looking for ways to escape from this dangerous place,
Ill say it straight to your face,
We need to wake up and change,
Make it today cos tomorrow you can lay in your grave,
Its real, were only getting closer to the ending,
When i look in Gooners eyes i just dont know where hes heading,
Your closer than my bredrin,
Were brothers from another mother cuz i know your repping but youll only get arrested,
Dont get involved with road fam, focus and forget it,
Study hard in college and trust you wont regret it,
Most man they wanna hate you blood but dont sweat it,
Cos them man that wanna hate you blood are just jeleous,
I see the same thing wherever i go,
Sick of living in little britain where the weather is cold,
Blood, and nuff man have said in the post,
Some bredders trynna make a penny out of peddling coke,
Little mic, hes up on effockwood road getting involved,
And hes repping 24/7 protecting his home,
I get worried when i wonder what his destiny holds,
The last bredda died on afrostan, they severed his throat,
I get the feeling that were meant to be broke,
When it comes to making money man a are mentaly slow,
Maybe cos theyre watching everything the telly has shown,
My brothers locked behing bars and they aint letting him go,
And im sorry bruv, I cant remember the last letter i wrote,
And i miss you more than ever bruv just let it be known,
So the weed aint get me writing its just getting me stoned,
And im going ragga, whenever i dont get any smoke,
The drugs have got a hold of me and they aint letting me go,
Got me questioning my self whether im ready to blow,
Its the devil in my head he keeps telling me no,
I never give into the devil im a heavenly ghost,
Armageddon is close cos it feels like hell is my home,
Stay true to myself i never considered selling my soul,
I walk alone, treading treatcherous raods,
Rep for the coast,
But its terrible wherever i go,
Sick of the knives, wanna ivest in the chrome,
Mother ran away from me, and now shes belling my phone,
Begging me to stay with her but dont know wheteher to go,
She packed my bags and left my side when i was 7 years old.

I feel like crying, right now i need my daddy's support,
You said i could tell you anything and thats what families for,
Dad i havent seen Mohammed since Sammi was born,
Im turning skits and i dont know who i am anymore.

I dont wanna live a life like this,
I dont wanna live a life like this,
No more blood.