J9…
Yeah…
Croydon nights…
This one’s for the ones that never made it home.
grew up where the blocks stay cold,
Young brudda chasing fast cash, never got told.
Wrong crowd, wrong route, now the story unfolds,
Heart turned stone while his soul got sold.
Running through flats with a face all covered,
Thought he was a king, every road got smothered.
Gyal loved the swagger, all the ice, all the numbers,
Ten-outta-tens every week through summer.
Always first when the madness starts,
Swing first, laugh after, that’s how dark it got.
Every bitch went quiet when he stepped in the spot,
Half showed fear, half showed props.
Croydon knew that name from the South to the ends,
Thought the money never stopped, thought the nights never end.
But every road got a price when you’re living like them,
One bad move and you can’t press “send.”
Used to think he couldn’t lose…
Sirens getting closer every move…
All that smoke don’t last forever…
Pressure breaks the hardest youth…
Thought he owned the whole postcode line.
Big talk, big chains, now he’s doing big time,
Now he’s looking at the past like, “why why Why?”
Money came fast then it flew by quiet
Road life’s loud till it starts a police riot
Now he’s praying for another sunrise.
Now the mandem scattered, everybody switched.
Same fake friends disappeared real quick.
Phone don’t ring like it did back then,
Silence hits different when you’re sitting with regret.
Mum kept crying, said “Come back home.”
He just laughed with a bottle, said “Leave me alone.”
Every scar tells stories nobody knows,
Every bridge he burned still glows like coals.
Still got gyal saying, “You look so clean,”
But they never saw nightmares behind the dreams.
Thought respect meant fear on the high street scene,
Till the mirror showed someone he didn’t wanna be.
Now he’s older with the weight on his chest,
Trying to make peace with the life that he left.
Real strength ain’t throwing fists at your friends,
It’s walking away when the road says “step.”
Used to think he couldn’t lose…
Sirens getting closer every move…
All that smoke don’t last forever…
Pressure breaks the hardest youth…
Thought he owned the whole postcode line.
Big talk, big chains, now he’s doing big time,
Now he’s looking at the past like, “why why Why?”
Money came fast then it flew by quiet
Road life’s loud till it starts a police riot
Now he’s praying for another sunrise.
[Woo… woo… woo…
Police sirens getting louder…
“Armed police! Stay where you are!”
Heartbeat racing…
Blue lights flashing…
Everything slowing down
Brudda found out this ain’t worth the crown.
Some fear fades…
Some scars stay…
That’s the story…
Not every king keeps the crown.
J9 . I’m out
[END]
