ICARUS WAS A YOUT FROM BRIXTON

My Marjae knew this brudda through her friend In the end met in '02 Back when grime was the trend Immigrant nigga with hopes of starting again In the nizzy and his name Izzy least let's just pretend And he was one of the men that would develop a habit Cigarette fumes because the stress of life couldn't hack it Knowin the jakes could spin his yard cos he ain't got papers Then it progressed smokin' weed now he's got papers Reup on the low want nobody to judge Tilson Gardens for the bud but Mummy clocked the mud Tried to warn his older sister out love That the faith a nitty has ain't the same as the one that comes from above You see in ends drink and smoke was what we knew Cos if you didn't then the ills of life f*ck with you Reveal a cut or two or maybe even scars Leave our problems on the ground this shit has got me flying far Oh Lard Times past and I'm 11 on the strip and now There's cats and needle points where the mandem have us a kickabout On New Park take a break and bop to Happy Shoppers Seen a couple shottas getting grabbed by more than happy coppers Hit the Morely's and I seen my Uncle Izzy lookin iffy Had a roach on the ear and said he missed me Truthfully my Marjae said we shouldn't talk And if I see him on the street look away and keep the walk It's really kinda funny thinkin' retrospect Because my father was hooked on liqour he'd take it to the neck But as long as the addiction is an accepted affliction Then it's not the same as nitties that's okay I guess He needed help but we turned on him like his siblings did Ain't even care bout the squalor that he was living in Izzy didn't mind But there's only so long you can hide what's buildin' upBy just billin' it My Uncle Izzy is a nitty now mad ting You'll find him homeless in the city now mad ting It's almost funny how quick the vice grabbed him Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff Psychosis the diagnosis The family did the best Moses impression Cah they split fam it's the mad ting Blood is nothing I can tell by what his fam did And if I say it I'm the villain that's the mad ting I mourn the soul of the dreamer who just wanted to fly The high that he chases got him crashing and falling from the sky But this is normalcy in Lambeth so nobody cries Until it's the funerals from hearing that somebody died How many Izzies in my city boxing demons been labelled a heathen And never receiving the help that they need The shottas profit off despair from the hopeless it's peak Went from survival of the fittest to open with greed Sticks and stigma in Stockwell got me sticking to faith The price of being poor is higher than minimum wage Hardly scared of hell because we've been living in pain I saw him scrambling for pennies this shit is insane My uncle Izzy is a nitty now mad ting You'll find him homeless in the city now mad ting It's almost funny how quick the vice grabbed him Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff