Far From Home

You're the type to pray for love

With all of your brothas

Never came up for me

You can go and steal the sun

Just shining through like hard times

When you're by me I freeze

Every time I close my eyes

I can see you, my paradise

I can only love you in my mind

I can only love you in my mind

So I ain't comin' home tonight

They would tell you I ain't social, especially on the media

Sixteen smoking, it made shit a little easier

Cah easy, we don't know here, chemo for leukaemia

I break out of cells 'fore **** be saying free me up

Lost my way and I ain't missing

Elevated mind and spirit

They don't see this weight on my chest like I got diamonds hidden

But I'm dropping jewels, you want them then you can find them bitches

I don't need your flowers like saying no to Hawaiian women

Don't talk about no politics in rap, my ****

My brodi hit the trap and he ain't coming back, my ****

Never ask me why I roll out in all black, my ****

The same kid that been through shit you won't imagine

Picture perfect? Try introvert that no one understands

Mummy never got the point till police bagged me with a shank

She was crying when they cuffed my hand, but she can't be that mad

Cah twenty years ago she had them too from holding down a trap

All my anger, I ignored it for years

My family were known for teef, like Ghetts before the veneers

Where I'm from you can get rich or settle for that set shit

**** had to deadlift when picking up their brethrens

Brodi had pack or two, don't know how the Crunch felt

Uncs was in the slammer cah your honour set a dumb bail

Leg day when **** try run up in my house

If I exercise my rights I might work these lyrics out

Guess my pride held me ransom, I've seen a man get banged on

Blood stained curbs and my word is what I stand on

I'm the from the generation where **** wanna change

Hop inside the bus and lose their brain for shit they used to claim

It's rooted in the soil

Shit ain't really over till the fat lady sings, and bro got Suzan on the Boyle

So I can't do an early night, maybe I deserve this life

The city gave me lemons, baby, P-R-O made dirty sprite

They would tell you I ain't social, especially on the media

Couldn't find my life stories on Wikipedia

From young I been misunderstood so ain't speaking much

Had put the pain on my paper and let the reefer spark

I pree my limits same way that **** Stevie does

Cah I don't see chance that when time pass I won't be the one

Ask the management, they know I ain't on Tweeting much

My life ain't what the TL sees, you gotta creep with us

Yeah, I'm unapproachable

When **** approaching you with knives and you nice

Try see what good that approach will do

Straining through a smile, they won't ever know what you're going through

Fuck a pinch of salt, I had open cases and open wounds

I asked God if he's got a plan for my team

Cah we seen lil' homies get smoked before they sixteen

All this dirt on my ledger, it's getting harder to breathe

It's getting harder to