Loyle Carner 4y2f53

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    Yo, I was just a kid
    I was barely sixteen
    Couldn't tell a man what this shit means
    To shoot a man on a fucking split screen
    Take a life that was kinda pristine
    I wasn't listening to Christine and the Queens
    I was listening to fifteen
    Young men like me kick a sixteen
    Full of pain in a city, let the shit stream
    Deep in the consciousness
    Down south where the monsters live
    Abandoned houses and consequence, yeah
    Heart breaks, it was common sense
    Don't sit on that shit, man, we jumped the fence
    'Cause certain areas are tense, yeah
    That's why I'm never at events
    'Cause I was tryna make pence
    Doesn't make bread, doesn't make sense

    Mama, I lost a friend
    (Ayo, it doesn't make sense)
    (I lost a friend)
    Mama, I lost again

    Yo, it's the L, won't you pull it
    The destination of the bullet
    The man living life to the fullest
    Can't lie, yo, at times, was the purest
    But now you're in another city like a tourist
    The prayers can't cure this
    Deep rain, hop in the ride
    I closed the door, told the cabbie to drive
    Late at night, see the mother that cried
    The bullet whizzed past my face
    Saw her son as he died
    My eyes wide
    Yeah
    Shaking up my belly from inside
    I shoulda stayed, shoulda lied
    Yeah
    I shoulda prayed, shoulda tried
    Trust
    But like his mother, I cried
    When they took the boy's life
    'cause he's from the wrong side
    Shit, I know I should have thought twice
    Washing off the blood from my Nikes

    Mama, I lost a friend
    (I lost a friend)
    Mama, I lost again
    (I lost again)

    So I grew up
    Scared of the night bus
    Scared of the boys that look like us
    No wonder why they want to fight us
    They think the same, give a second and we might buss
    Squeeze
    Buss caps, spray, say it's a wrap
    I wish I'd given him a hug and a dap
    Wish he could have felt my son on his lap
    And seen life's for the living, to be done with the trap
    But it's a fact
    Live for today, fuck tomorrow
    No tomorrow if your life's feeling borrowed
    He needs the money right now, fuck the sorrow
    Spend it right now, right now feeling hollow
    Then save it for a rainy day
    If everyday's grey
    And tomorrow might never come his way
    Just another man went astray
    The hate
    Tell him get from out my way

    (The impact of knife crime on individuals is undeniable
    And while politicians wish to police themselves
    out of the knife crime epidemic
    It is simply not possible
    We must focus on the root causes of knife crime
    Poverty, inequality, austerity and a lack of opportunity
    We must petition the government to put reason over rhetoric
    Comion over indifference
    Equality over austerity
    As knife crime claims more lives within our country
    Never has so much been lost by so many
    because of the indecision of so few)

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