Postcode Shadows

Yo Yo Shadows creep Ends on fire street like flicker Hearts get tired Came from the flats Where the postcodes clash Man them scheming Dodging the feds in a flash Pockets empty Belly rumbling like thunder Mumsy crying Bills piling Under paper Ops lurking Clothes shank Hidden in the Taper prof I don't my armor Eyes cold as the winter One wrong move Dreams of The penthouse flow From council to state To the ends of the road Poverty's chain To the ends of the road Poverty's chain I'll slap it with spite Well Calling loud In the dead of the night Streetlight gripping No escape From the grind gang Gangs clash hard Leave the weak ones behind The spying kings rise And battle goes to the thrill Yeah Ends don't sleep We eat or we starve Revival forever Cop off Rivalries burn like a spliff In the corporal deep Stories never get told Violence whispers And screams in the fray One slip on the pavement Your whole world's decayed Social chessboard Your whole world's decayed But the cost of the fray Suspense for the lost ones Ghosts in the tower blocks Poverty's poison But ambitious trap Enemies plotting But my flow never snaps Clouds hover I thunder right back Streetwise soldier I don't care if I'm dead or alive Revival don't fall forever Yeah Faith in the baseline Echoes in the mistruggle eternal But we clenched our fists dance forever We own the script We own the script We own the script We own the script We own the script We own the script