Mohamed Adan Dahir
Yo—
Came from the gutter, no butter, just bread,
Steel in my chest, no fear, no dread.
London talk, man walk with lead,
Any violation? Fam get spread.
Council blocks, man duck from feds,
Kettle on boil, no tea, just meds.
Mum did shifts while I dodged them zeds,
Life so peak, had to stack those creds.
Ten toes deep in the belly of the beast,
Never had peace, just war on repeat.
Nikes on feet, had to move discreet,
Now I make heat and I cook up beats.
Pavement cold but the heart stay colder,
Strapped with bars, no need for a holster.
Man got trauma stacked on the shoulder,
Still stand tall like a frontline soldier.
Bare man chat like they know my pain,
But they ain't been through London rain.
Ain’t felt hunger that drive you insane,
Or ducked them sirens again and again.
I was out late when the wolves came hunting,
Food in the pouch, no time for stunting.
Life was a maze, I was deep in the running,
Now I drop bars and the beat stay thumping.
Grime in the blood, no need for a plug,
I came from the mud, turned stress into love.
Still got the fire, don’t gas me up,
'Cause I’ll black out quick, like the lights just cut.
Ain’t no lie, this life ain’t sweet,
Seen man fold when the pressure got steep.
Me? I rose like bread with the yeast,
Now I feast while they pray on the weak.
From the trap to the booth, no cap in the truth,
Made a lane for myself, now I'm smashing the roof.
Still raw with the pain, still sharp with the proof,
Grime life tatted in my bars and my roots.
Bally on face, had to move in the mist,
Now it’s backstage dressing rooms, Henny and cris.
Still keep it humble, still move crisp,
But try me, and man get twist like spliffs.
OG said “don’t trust no friend,”
So I walked with my shadow and a flick-blade pen.
Had to turn loss into means to ascend,
Now my name ring bells from the start to the end.
No deals, no gimmicks, just scars and lyrics,
In the field where it’s real, man carry them spirits.
Grew with the pain, now I live off critics,
Voice of the slums, and I spit with physics.