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english frank - 100 bars of truth 3 lyrics

when people ask me bout my life i just smile and say its all good
knowing deep down all it’s ever been is all hood
suicides, homicides, dodging bullets and the judges book
i could never glamorize being a crook
at age ten my best friend got took back to ghana
his mum tricked him she said it was a holiday she booked
she said he was possessed by the devil and he was just a crook
but i said: he was just a product of the hood

in ninety six the hood was blitz just little kids
to walk to k.f.c and back was like crossing a death bridge
on brixton front-line anytime can be crunch time
somerleyton summertime nothing but yellow murder signs
my hood never had deebo but we had sharky
he stabbed a man to death repeatedly just for his car keys
and got her majesty’s request before ipp’s
i was a ic1 surrounded by ic3’s
so what is talking black you racist, ignorant w-nkers

when my mum and poppa went to work my child-minder was a rasta
so i was listening to papa before i learned to walk
before i learned to talk i was mumbling along to ragga
i’m just tryna’ give you a little piece of my life
before i start to break down how i really feel inside
how i really feel that nearly everything we’re told is a lie
and every time we question anything we’re just told to comply

we where taught to hate each other watching mtv cribs
where the wardrobes are bigger than the average mans crib
while little man is sitting in his council flat
with a blocked sink, a broke fridge, a strap and 2 o’s on tick
and he gets nicked off their strip by one of their pigs
and sent to one of their jails for selling their crack on one of their sticks
we need to stop the animosity we’re just acting like kids
when will we realise it’s not black and white now it’s just poor and rich
i grew up with street legends that run graveyard shifts
now most are in a graveyard or in a prison yard p-ssed

yo’ what happened to marlon? do you remember him?
i think he’s in a mad house because his cousins tortured him
what about (redacted?) whats happening with him
don’t worry fam’ nah you ain’t gonna see him
you’ll remember roberto that kid you was always with
he done a couple big l!cks and i ain’t seen him ever since
what about manic? i know you must still see him
he’s fallen off fam’ he sniffs c0ke and beats women
what about johnny boy? he must be loving the life that he’s living
he died in 06 and since then my heads been missing
now i ain’t glamourising sh-t, i’m -n-lysing it
ten stabbings every day is a london statistic
carry on living ya lives

see i’ve been robbed twice in my life by a hoody
but thousands of times by a shirt and tie
see way pay tax when were born we’ll pay tax when we die
we pay tax on everything we buy throughout our whole lives
and still you don’t think twice about buying ice over priced
now you’ve got blood around ya neck but got no shame in ya eyes

i’ve got another case and could be facing more time inside
and all i think about is my son and the look in his eyes
when he looks in daddy’s eyes i cry tears inside
then cry more knowing that i could be leaving him behind
fam’ i’m losing my mind yea i’m turning insane
knowing that they kidnap little kids and rape them everyday
they’re putting fluoride in our water not to stop tooth decay
to stop us breathing one day like the chemicals that they sprayed

only certain man will understand certain things that i say
i don’t rap for the m-sses i’m rapping for the m-sses to be saved
they’re making disease to spread like plagues who do you think made aids?
these are the end of our times the end of our days
conquer and divide see history is his story
they stole the truth from the wise and replaced it with lies
seek the truth we need to start guiding the youth
teach them about love instead of teaching them about drugs, guns and loot;
but we still need to strap up cause revolutions coming soon

the one god with ninety nine names is inside you
let it guide you cause all of this is here to blind you
news twenty fours the modern days sword your being lied to
open up ya eyes remove ya blindfold, how can we invade a country and call them terrorists
how can we send our kids to go and fight a war for a country that doesn’t even really give a sh-t if they die or they live
how could ya hate another man just cause the colour of his skin, its like they stole our thoughts like they taught us to think
underground bases is the fema camps
the mark of the beast is coming

some babies have already got the chip up under there skin
what can we do but learn to love and learn to love everyone else?
because the day we lose love we lose the true meaning of self
the true meaning of health, the true meaning of wealth is love
everything else is the devil itself
how could we hate each other?
k!ll and steal from one another?
disown our seeds and show no love to our mothers
how could we ever expect god to love us
if we can’t even learn to help and love one another?

- english frank lyrics

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