Текст песни Intro - P Money

For not believing in fathers we don't love
Tell me can you blame us?
For not believing in fathers we don't know
Tell me can you blame us?
Tell me can you blame us?

I had hate for my creator
Only used to see him in the paper
Mum tried to get me to stop stressing
Looking at the front door, wondering and guessing
There will never be a thing that could make me forgive him
Once upon a time my dad asked me how old I was on my birthday
Man I thought he was kidding
After that I started moving different
I stopped ringing his phone and stopped wishing
Started swearing in school, started switching
Wanted to hit him
He played basketball and chased women instead of baby sitting
Or he'd drop me off down to Nicki's
She played daddy whenever he was busy
I think I met her when I was around five
She was my dad's girlfriend at the time
When I say at the time I mean that's what I thought
Until I heard he was seeing about-- five?
More disappointment, more lies
And the real excuse was shit (shit)
Before he got the job of dad
It's like he told mum-mum that he quit
When Nicki left there was no more trips
She was sitting down with them but that stopped quick
He was a dib
All he ever did was visit me on birthdays and bring me gifts
Never raised me or taught me shit
I guess I just looked like his kid
I gave up when my mum met another
Who introduced me to my step-brother
Both black but not quite the same colour
So we loved eachother like we got the same mother
But then I started taking the mick
Running with bad boys, notorious shit
P was the name on everybody's lips
Rivals, girls and even the pigs
Fam was from Deptford living on Grove street
That's how I got to know the OGs
I taught myself to stand on both feet
And hold my head higher than a nosebleed
It ain't a primary, it's a [?] dream
Lift extentions every day of the week
I got into trouble but never into weed
I was more into backing people's beef
I flaired but could never free E
Too busy reppin like a YGB
You and I rolling around with Little D
Picked up a hobby and started to MC
Skip a few years, six to three ten
BlueToothing everybody on the weekend
Made a tune called "My Soldiers"
Mentioned so many names reunited in the end
Busted a bad boy off course
Off my own will, nobody is forced
It was all good, until I got caught
Aged fifteen, found myself in court
My fam was like "nah, this ain't P"
I was about to do my GCSEs
Instead I'm in Camden with my solicitor
Talking about I'm not guilty, please
I didn't know what was gonna happen
My three years in jail could've happened
And the case looked mad at the time
The only support I had was from my mum and [?]
Thinking to myself "this shit's fucked"
Had me on tag for the whole six months
I called my dad, sent him texts, left him voicemails
But the guy wouldn't pick up
And there's me thinking he would've fixed up
Then randomly out of the blue I got a text from him
Saying "it's gonna be alright, good luck!"
Oh my days, what the fuck
I'm not yours so you don't give a fuck
But luckily I got not guilty
Funny thing is I actually were guilty
I could've been in jail age fifteen
Cause this man went the route to ganging, you feel me?
Only my mum could've hilled me
And you know what? She done a good job
She trusted me to follow my dreams
Instead of forcing me to go get a job
I owe this life to my mum
I owe this life to my mum
And you can't put a price on a love
But the story gets worse believe me
I got violent, rude and greedy
But we'd be here all day
So I'll save that for another CD

For not believing in fathers we don't love
Tell me can you blame us?
For not believing in fathers we don't know
Tell me can you blame us?
Tell me can you blame