Block 9

Yo…

Block 9, rain on the windowpane

Same dark thoughts, different day

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I was sixteen, broke, pissed off, stressed

Mum doing doubles, debt on her neck

Fridge near empty, electric gone

Landlord ringing the phone non-stop

Then I saw man pull up in a German whip

Fresh tracksuit, cash in his fist

Said, “Little bro, you can make this quick”

I said, “Fuck it,” and jumped right in

Started with runs, then the runs got long

Then the wrong crowd felt like home

Every pound made me feel less broke

Every lie got easier told

Eighteen now and I’m moving bait

Eyes on me every time I step gate

Can’t trust friends, can’t trust girls

Can’t trust half of this fucked-up world

Then one night when the rain came down

Blue lights flashing all through town

Saw one face on the pavement laid out

Still see that shit when the lights go out

Now I’m twenty with the curtains drawn

Heart still racing at half-past four

Got money once, but it came at a cost

Lost myself…

And that’s worse than loss.

Rain still falls on Block 9.

Nothing changes.

Nothing forgets.