\"Bars, Lines, Stanzas\"
Bars, lines, stanzas, poetry, rap riddims/
Looking for the answers, trapped inside this prison
I can\'t let it go, cause rap is my addiction/
I know I\'m just a single flow, from going back to prison
Still I pen my poems like, I didn\'t friggin listen/
Cause it is what it is, and it isn\'t what it isn\'t
Britain isn\'t great, but I love this Great Britain/
Raised out in country, but the place I rate is Brixton
The only place that loved me, when everybody didn\'t/
So I big em up in poetry, and respect is what I give em
These sixteen sentences, will always get written/
Whether it\'s court and prison, or deported from Britain
When me and God had a talk, he gave me this mission/
Told me these words are weapons, & to slay em with precision
Showed me hell and heaven, told me make my decision/
And now twenty-four seven, I walk on lake like magician.
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