Not Guilty

God forgive me
But men they wanna kill me
What will be, it will be
Go to court, not guilty
Say a prayer for me
Don’t shed a tear for me
God’s favourite, so you know that he’ll be there for me
Plus I keep my machine on my dually, near to me
In the streets, I move carefully
Look, them men don’t wanna war me
If they did, then they would be looking for me
Blud I’m everywhere, dem pussy’oles ain’t never there
I swear I’m never scared; I got my ting, I’m well prepared
They call me the English 2Pac
Feds pulled me over cause I’m too black
One of my yout has just got a new gat
I just looked at him and said «Are you that?»
That was wrong and I knew that
But if I told him allow the gun ting, he’d be like «Are you mad?"'
'"Spray you thought me how to be bad»
God forgive me, my conscious make me feel sad
God forgive me
But men they wanna kill me
What will be, it will be
Go to court, not guilty
You don’t know about pain fool
My whole life has been painful
Tryna see the sun but I see rainfall
Remember, looking at my bro like «Not again, Paul"'
'"Why is mom’s getting her hair pulled?'
He’s like «Bruv, it’s time to get to school.»
«Fuck these pricks» I said so kill 'em all
Plus these sticks will fucking send 'em all
God forgive Cray, forgive Morgan
Growing up, all we ever wanted was some more guns
It’s not just soldiers that shoot organs
We’re some English Dan Gorgans
And I know how do you stay
AIn’t gonna fucking front like it’s USA
But we dropping bodies just like you, ese
Just like you, homeboy; just like you, hombre
God forgive me
But men they wanna kill me
What will be, it will be
Go to court, not guilty