12 Shots

Man I thought I was finished The revolver they spin it Nearly blew out my kidneys Why you standing up over there taking whole lot of image Nearly faint from the image All the blood that is spilling I felt cold I was chilling I can't see losing vision Shit I'm losing my feelings I looked up and I see him Jesus face in the ceiling Don't want nobody grieving I am not ready lord give me a minute to reason My grown son I ain't seen him As a boy he went England where it's cold and it's freezing Man I'm dying to see him I'm not dying this evening An I pray that he's winning Don't bring that poverty with him He used to run when I see him Like he sensed all my demons I am no longer villain Gonna stop all the killing Done countless robberies and stealing's I was the done I call meetings Felt untouchable till when Took them bullets that weekend Pistol pull and repeating Caught me lacking on the ends Dadda Come back dadda Dadda come back I love you dadda I love you dadda Without a daddy I was grown daddy why you gone Mummys all alone had to grow me on her own Daddy's on the road never gave his son a bone Fatherhood condone mummy had to play that role Let me crack a one Guinness Bout to reveal my business Gun cracking drug packing Was my dadda's big business Was the Don of his village Hella jacking no lacking Fulla thugs and their strapping kept hearing he was the illest As I stepped through the village People crowding up windows All that pointing and chatting Had me thinking their scheming Hella greetings and meetings Can't explain how I'm feeling like what the f*** am I seeing Dad where the f*** have you been Dad where the f*** have you been Ohh I'll never leave my likkle yute In the ghetto this ain't nutn new ohh Mumma raised her child on her ones So you'll always be number one Come back dadda Dadda come back I love you dadda Dadda