Walking With Link

[Intro] Here we go Feels old school listen Yo, yo [Verse] Sitting in the darkness, searching for the bright light Living in a world where, materials shine bright What's good looks bad, and what's bad is always glamourised So we're headed towards a madness, guided towards the crime Can't afford a pack of crisps, can't afford a pair of Nike 3 of us in a 1 bed, that's how we're sleeping every night Mum's telling me "behave", shopping there in Kwik Save No bus fare, walking, and my trainers are talking I'm 10 years old, I got my first sip of alcohol Feeling like 2Pac, anyday now I can go I'm out here on these roads, started billing up pride Just another ghetto child, all this anger inside Out here on these streets, started billing up a line Now I'm in Versace jeans, drugs tucked up inside Jumping on my Moped, make my way out my estate Headed towards Acre Lane, link shigon, link shane Brixton on a summer day, SMS coming out to play My 109801 license to rave 19 I'm feeling lost, looking down at my cross Tryna find a purpose, before I catch a headshot Spend so many years out, in the streets shooting Allah sent his angels in, to the hood recruiting And now they call us Muslim Boys, linking up at the mosque I'm posted on a Friday, Jum'ah, was a must Same gangster yutes that, were screaming out "Bang bang" Now they're in the streets and, they're dressed like the Taliban? Yo, where did all the time go I remember Caesars there on Streatham High Road Now I'm like Caesar living out in Egypt Tryna speak Arabic, living on a deen tip The realest, they said they expected more Funny I predicted less So I'm here content, daughter laying on my chest My Sumaya made me more happy than paper So they can get the cake up I'm chilling in relief I'd rather live in hut with faith, than a palace with disbelief I'm just glad I made the break from the cycle of these streets Now there's angels all around me, and they're writing down my deeds I know we used to live rowdy, Lord forgive me please Yeah, it's hard to take responsibility, yeah Honestly that lifestyle was killing me Now look at my lifestyle, and everything's amazing I tell myself everyday, "Brother you're amazing" I'm looking in my daughter's face, tell her she's amazing Imma call my mum today, told her she's amazing It's amazing when look at where we are today This ain't what they wanted for us Calling this the chosen way Yeah I used to go into, church every Sunday Mum's cooking rice and peas, Dennis Brown, reggae I'm a typical black boy, typical black household Walking with my jeans low, faced like I own the road Yeah before there was no hope, used to make a lot of dough Ask me about my purpose in this life, said I don't know Then I started reading, and I'm feeling like Malcolm It touched me on the inside, I'm looking for a outcome Brothers are still inside, and they ain't coming out cuz Now I look at this life, and picture me without one I'm laying there in my grave, waiting for the next one And that could be me any day, so I rise up before the Sun Praying like the believer, the Hour's always meant to be Allah writ this down for me, this is what was meant for me And I just left the cemetery, Dawud had a heartache He was only 33, God now we ain't coming back Yo mad