The Breakup (Shikwa)

Britain’s broken up with me
We had our ups but now it’s broken down, lemme break down the whole fuckery
Fuck buddies turned toxic
Intertwined, now we’ve got kids
Built her up, she left me broke
I can’t believe I let her fuck with me
I was a mogul, had the bling and the girls
Grit and the pearls
My stash was a quarter of the cash in the world
Then this stray pale chick came to trade
I laid with her, made me pay
She straight slithered and then stayed
I couldn’t kick her out
She saw I was at war with myself and I’m a fool
Couldn’t decide who I was, so easy to divide and rule
Had me locked down
Beat me red and blue 'til I knew right was white and not brown
When they make you hate yourself you hand over your crown
She moved in, I was a guest unwanted in my own house
She stole my shit, broke my dick, starved me, scarred me
Got paid off the same back she whipped, watched my ass bleed
Kept me hungry, took my industry and independence from me
Took my dough then lent me money, pretending it was all to help me
Then she had beef with some German next man
I went to war for her twice and I lost my left hand
Asked her to leave, protest peacefully, I’ll be the best man
She got violent, ran off in the end cause she was stressed out
And then she went, took a knife out from the bed stand
Carved a scar down my middle just to leave me stretched out
I survived her attempt to dead man but the bleeding never ends, man
See, my cashmere jumper’s still stained red, man
She was gone though
Thought I was finally free
I tried to get back on my feet
My phone flashed and I see she keeps calling
Answer the phone, she keeps bawling
Said she was broke and how she’s living is appalling
She needs building up and sorting
She told me that her soldiers have all fallen
Told me to rush like a wind bringing the warmth in
A sob story and I bought it
Felt good, she asked me to move in
Said together we can build a new ting
The truth is, I looked up to her and needed soothing
I thought if she accepted me my worth would be proven
Yeah, and new kids
Born in our house, a new movement
A future of mixed cultures, but I was so fucking stupid
Didn’t stop to think how badly it would just confuse them
Like «Daddy why does Mum hate me? She looks at me and says 'Who's this?'»
I came home one day and she changed the locks
My brown and white sepia sapna gone to pot
Says she blames me for how lately she’s been feeling lost
How she ain’t what she was and how her kids don’t show no love
So now she’s taking back control and she wants me to fuck off
Told the feds I’m dangerous, insane and trying to kill her off
Had no time to explain to them, the sniper’s took their shots
I’m heartbroken and I’m homeless, forgotten who I was
Before I got told I’m only good for blood, sweat and cock
Britannia’s trying to throw me out, Brittney, baby, please stop
I thought we had a special thing, I know that we can make it up
Brittney, if you break up with me I might just break up
This will either be the end of me or be the wake-up
Brittania breaking up with me, this is the break up