Emotional Scars

I'm the one that stuck around when them times got hard

I feel like little baby, I'm emotionally scarred

When they diagnosed me brother, lad, it broke me apart

When he first heard me rap he said bro you're a star

When the gang switched, felt like there's hole in me heart

Still remembering the days we used to smoke in the park

I ate dinner at yours, used to go to me ma's

We used to chill and smoke weed, you even spoke to me da

Fuck mentioning names, 'cause they know who they are

From Fernhill Road all the way to the Spar

I'm the one who jumped out while you wait in the car

Had me pissed off shooting at me mates in the dark

Forgive and forget

I do try, but I can't

Why'd you think I had the shotty on me like it's a farm?

Tryna cause some grievous bodily harm

I had to press it on the rats like pressin' alarms

I used to take me bro packs when he was stuck on the farms

Even when I had a blue, we used to split it in half

I had a Scorp on a lace around me neck like a scarf

'Cause we all wanna win like World Cup in Qatar

Why'd ya think I pull strings like a fuckin' guitar

This is real life shit I'm tryna put into bars

It makes me feel free when I look at the stars

'Cause all I see is barbed wire when I look at the yard

I've seen a lifer lose hope and keep cutting his arms

Now he only wears jumpers to cover his scars

I was meant to book a visit, but I couldn't be arsed

They say the world's yours, but it should've been ours

I've come to realise that everybody's selfish

But team work makes dreams work like Celtic

If that's the case, then why'd you leave me sittin' a cell pissed

I'm doin' hits on the wing and I sell fish

And I land packs, bro

Anything to get rich

I'm just a white Scouse kid with a ket wig

But shout 44C for the next shit

Free up Mazza, done a 10 on the wing

At the age of 15 went jail for stick

Active in the streets, you know we really do this

And see a opp on the wing, you know he's gonna get whipped

G19, I just banged and I missed

But I banged off again 'cause it's double-tap shit

Sent live shots out the back of this whip

I'm loadin' up the Scorp with these brand new tips

Green Cherokee with them blacked-out tints

Ridin' out now 'cause I know where he lives

And we can do it on foot 'cause he lives across the–

I'm bangin' off things, how we handle our shit

When the beef comes on I don't even think

Shout out Mazza, soon on we'll link

Had to drop a little banger, some real Scouse shit

Free up the guys who are locked in the bin

410 lookin' long, could do with a trim

I need a new trap house, need to do a little spill

I'm on Kings Park with the freshest 9 mil'

I'm North-Faced up, I'm tryna catch me a kill

Half of the time, I bang off for the thrill

I was in jail, 50 racks on me head

And when I touch road, someone's gonna be dead

I can tell you about bootins and a RMZ

Back-wheel action on this YZF

It's takeover season, no more bunk beds

And no stop gang, I'm gonna nail every red

And if Maz green lights, someone's gonna go bed

I'm masked up to death, no case for the feds

Smacked him in the queue while he's waitin' for his meds

Had the screws runnin' 'round 'cause the gov's on his bell

Wanna know what happened and I told 'em that he fell