Never been baptised
I was in school with a slack tie
Totally confused when that guy asked me why I was black and my dad's white
I came home like "mum have you got time?"
"Why am I black and my dad's white?"
She explained that my real dad was a bad guy that sold bare drugs up in moss side
I just couldn't believe it
Ran up the stairs and shut the door, and I just cried
Prayed to the Lord, please let it be a bad dream and a part of me just died
My whole upbringing was a bad lie
I need answers, lemme find this guy
So I got on the phone
Forget about 118 I need more than a helpline
And then I met my dad
Black tints on a Golf GTI it was that clean
On my life, the incredible hulk couldn't have turn that green
The interior was leather and cream
First guy that I ever seen smoke weed
Charles Bronson couldn't live this good if he had a million on his canteen
Told me that he sold CD's, as his head nodded to Alicia Keys
Picture that atmosphere, my step-dad had a Mini Cooper from the 80s
And then we drove to the hood, on Princess Park where I've seen a million faces
Until we met my brothers Juscinio and Pierre my heart was racing
Second to youngest brother
That and my stereotype made me like Mike from the Jackson 5
Fell in love with the road so much, came home and I never slept that night
Went in school the next day, un-tucked my shirt and I just dashed my tie
Walked through the corridor, just to show them I was a warrior
I started a fist fight
With a guy that stabbed me with a screw driver
2 years earlier its that time
Show them that I was a ride or die
And show them that they're not about that life
Walked on to the estate, my heart's beating
And you could see fear in my eyes
Shaking, rattling like a broken bike
But see when I won that fight
Ay Darkee tell them how I won that fast
I'm not copying Bane when I say nobody knew me until I wore that mask
Walked back to Aaron and Dane's and soaked my hands in an ice cold bath
Cus I broke my knuckles
Started wearing carbon gloves cus we're the axe gang like Kung-Fu Hustle
I was in school with a slack tie
Totally confused when that guy asked me why I was black and my dad's white
I came home like "mum have you got time?"
"Why am I black and my dad's white?"
She explained that my real dad was a bad guy that sold bare drugs up in moss side
I just couldn't believe it
Ran up the stairs and shut the door, and I just cried
Prayed to the Lord, please let it be a bad dream and a part of me just died
My whole upbringing was a bad lie
I need answers, lemme find this guy
So I got on the phone
Forget about 118 I need more than a helpline
And then I met my dad
Black tints on a Golf GTI it was that clean
On my life, the incredible hulk couldn't have turn that green
The interior was leather and cream
First guy that I ever seen smoke weed
Charles Bronson couldn't live this good if he had a million on his canteen
Told me that he sold CD's, as his head nodded to Alicia Keys
Picture that atmosphere, my step-dad had a Mini Cooper from the 80s
And then we drove to the hood, on Princess Park where I've seen a million faces
Until we met my brothers Juscinio and Pierre my heart was racing
Second to youngest brother
That and my stereotype made me like Mike from the Jackson 5
Fell in love with the road so much, came home and I never slept that night
Went in school the next day, un-tucked my shirt and I just dashed my tie
Walked through the corridor, just to show them I was a warrior
I started a fist fight
With a guy that stabbed me with a screw driver
2 years earlier its that time
Show them that I was a ride or die
And show them that they're not about that life
Walked on to the estate, my heart's beating
And you could see fear in my eyes
Shaking, rattling like a broken bike
But see when I won that fight
Ay Darkee tell them how I won that fast
I'm not copying Bane when I say nobody knew me until I wore that mask
Walked back to Aaron and Dane's and soaked my hands in an ice cold bath
Cus I broke my knuckles
Started wearing carbon gloves cus we're the axe gang like Kung-Fu Hustle
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