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Yeah, shadows creeping cold nights, hearts bleeding Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Grew up in the flats where the sirens scream loud And hearts bleeding Grew up in the flats where the sirens scream loud And when the feds roll through the crowd get empty Yeah Dream getting drowned, hustle for the paper No time for the clowns Travel, eyes full of spice, shankin' the waistband Ready for the fight, lost, rose to the blade Now the pain ignites street cold itch itch deep We own these nights from council estate To the top of this game for the chain Poverty's grip slipping, feel the power in my veins Provide all my armor, no fear, ease, blind, dark hearts beating This is my time, this is my time, this is my time Rebels left behind, well, hearts beating This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time This is my time