Lyrics Ghetts – Brothers In Arms
Text:
Brothers in arms…
At any time I can be seen with blood on my garms
Let the beat breathe for a minute man
Lewi White… yo, look
There’s so many shootouts
Who don’t wanna move house
But which areas peaceful?
Not many I know in the borough
I wanna go to another place
But my mind, body and soul’s in the gutter
My life’s like holes in a hummer
All eyes on me
And I still get public transport alone with a cutter
I ain’t promoting black on black crime
But it’s true my foes are of colour
I get cream ’cause I put the coke in the butter
Being devoted and suffer
They wanna see me scrimpin’ and scrapin’
Or in Burger King with an apron
I’ve been snaked by my own kind
So now I’ve gotta live with the asians
Stuck in the slums…
Brothers in arms bussin’ the guns
Mothers alarmed hugging their sons
And that’s why I pray…
Days are getting shorter
My wage is getting smaller
I’ma take it to the border
Fiends waiting on the corner
Feds circling the block
It’s certainly hot
(And that’s why I blaze)
The stress is way too much
I ain’t saying that it’s best you take a drug
But me? I smoke ’til my heads green
‘Til I see the world in double vision like it’s split screen
The youngers told me times have changed since I was 16
They think of big dreams
Don’t blow your brains through your windscreen
For status alone
Papers a bonus, imma aim at the vultures
So much weight on my shoulders
Who you tryna take for a donut
With a 2-2 you ain’t a grown up
I’ve seen so many bets rolled up
In a war and I go nuts
Lick somebody’s head with a golf club
Somebody’s dead when the chrome busts
What would Martin say?
What would Malcolm think?
How can we last this way?
We’ll soon be found extinct…
What would Martin say?
What would Malcolm think?
How can we last this way?
We’ll soon be found extinct…
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation
We rollin’ around in tints
Won’t see me going out with a link
When it’s a one off we going out in a sprint
My own people pray for my downfall
I’m taking a mound full of bullshit!
And you know what?
I’ll feel like taking them out with a full clip
But some niggas are all lip
But some niggas are not so even the killers are cautious
We all out for the figures, the spinners and Porsches
No point sticking up paupers
I’m picking orders, break down a brick into quarters
I got a list full of ballers that show off like hit performers
My stick’s enormous
What would Martin say?
What would Malcolm think?
How can we last this way?
We’ll soon be found extinct…
What would Martin say?
What would Malcolm think?
How can we last this way?
We’ll soon be found extinct…
Stuck in the slums…
Brothers in arms bussin’ the guns
Mothers alarmed hugging their sons
And that’s why I pray…
Days are getting shorter
My wage is getting smaller
I’ma take it to the border
