11PM BY THE MOSQUE

Road life ain’t the one you know

Fighting over some postcode

Wake up fricking smell the coffee….

These postcodes ain’t yours you know

Getting killed for something stupid

Showing love I’ll bring that cupid

With a bag of sweet toffee….

Telling you they were not looted

Take a second think about It

What you’re doing yeah re-route It

Can’t be doing madness see

Like that girl there Tennessee

Need to grow up see the outlet

Why not thank me for that omelette

Doing good and you will be

Better for society

Have a dream like MLK

Tell yourself that you’re okay

Crooked cops all over Britain….

Bunch of rapists shall I say

With the power every day

Rest In Peace to Sarah hey

Dirty cops attacking women….

Lock them up throw key away

Not all of them are crooked though

They the feds can’t trust them no

Should be looking out for people….

That’s their job can’t do that so

Wayne Couzens a knob you know

Hope In jail get shanked up bro

What needs done to people evil….

Off the streets we need that no?

Don’t be acting tough when drunk

One bad move end up In trunk

Don’t rely on booze you scumbag….

Like an email you’re the junk

Seems to me you’re known as punk

So you know not CM Punk

See no hands you’re like a handbag….

Dirty one you’ll find In bunk

Prayers up we’re In a battle

Good V Evil cannot juggle

Spiritual war Is on the card

Side with Good you know we’re hard

Staying clean we cannot struggle

Find a peace complete the puzzle

Getting taller like The Shard

Every day keep up the guard