[Intro - Spoken or whispered] London’s cold. No heroes here. Just shadows and silence. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Grey skies over council flats, Where dreams get dashed and the sirens chat. Kids on the strip with a burner pack, Mum’s in tears, dad’s never back. Cold nights, no heat in the crib, So they learn to hustle just to live. Shotting white by the corner shop, CCTV but the feds don’t stop. Raised in the ends where hope gets taxed, Knife in the bag, heart full of cracks. School was a myth, streets taught the facts, Now he’s got beef and he’s moving tact. [Hook] Wrong postcode, wrong path, wrong time, Now he’s deep in the grime, can’t rewind. London’s belly, it don’t show no love, Just pain, paranoia, and pushin’ drugs. [Verse 2] Phone on ping, no sleep for days, Cash in hand but it never stays. Friends in cells or boxed in graves, Still he walks with a blade, just in case. Council estate, dreams decay, He prays for peace but crime pays. Lost his bro to a postcode war, Now he’s numb, can’t cry no more. Eyes on the rearview, trust no soul, Even his girl got cold, played her role. Now it’s just him and the weight he holds, Heart turned stone, twenty years old. [Bridge] He wonders if there’s more than this, More than the trap, more than the risk. But the streets don’t grant no wish, Only scars and a clenched-up fist. [Verse 3] One last job, said he’s out for good, But fate don’t care if you’ve understood. Shots rang out by the chicken shop, Now his name’s just ink on a block. Mum lights candles, tears on her cheek, Another soul lost to the London streets. Kids still run with the devil’s grin, Cycle repeats — where do we begin?
