[Chorus] Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display [Verse] Print of the barrel pressed into ya cheek Look at myself and I called em a freak Cat got ya tongue so you struggle to speak Doubt in your head cause you feel that your weak Pace in the night to myself as I tweak Dwindling thoughts light a flame to a sheet Pass within spirit can't leak the technique Try to pick it up but u lack the physique Sitting on a L munching on defeat Say you know it well lacking a receipt Hypocrite the smell lying out your teeth Wanna say your piece try to keep it brief Unfamiliar beef Fairytale belief Post it to deceive Fighting for relief Runnin round in place never get to grieve Greener grass is here not what you perceive Arbour the Creator Take it away… I’m just a small-town rap creator from Northern Ontario Raised on dirt roads, hardened by the cold though Never miss a beat, now I’m taking control Of the streets where the code’s love, loyalty, respect in your soul. Step outta line? Yeah you’re bound to find out Talk shit, get hit — Time tick, move slick, shut your mouth. You’ll learn real quick When the footsteps get loud If I can’t finish the job Then the crew shuts it down. Yeah the crew stay solid You just run wild Bunch of goofy little snitches Not one man in your crowd. Talk your shit — Then you’re getting hit You want the smoke? Yeah we finish it. Your whole demeanor fake You can see it in your walk When you hear them footsteps coming It’s too late — chalk outline on the block. Blickies on deck Things about to get tricky You wanted the heat Now the court date’s with me. Small town cold where the real ones roam Dirt road life, yeah the streets my home Love, loyalty, respect — that code we keep Talk that shit, you don’t walk these streets Small town cold, yeah the night stays deep Crew stay solid, we don’t play for keeps Run your mouth, better watch your tone Northern blood — yeah we hold our own [Chorus] Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Arbour the Creator We brought the smoke You brought the cops Now your family grieving And the court case drops. Goofy fools got lit Talking wild on the net Now the whole crew shook ‘Cause they ain’t ready yet. The darkness get loud When the night turns cold Crew acting scared Better learn that code. We came to close mouths You let your tongue slip out Now them same loose words Got your teeth knocked out. Told you once already All that whack talk ends When the wrong man hears it And the problem extends. Bang, bang — silence That’s the sound of the street When the chaos and heat Turn the block to defeat. Families torn apart Just another court fight Another case on file Another long night. The real ones rise They don’t fold or bend Retribution calling Another bid in the pen. Say it once — never twice One warning’s enough Six feet down waiting For the goofy ones tough. Another day, another night Yeah we came for the fight Cold steel cell block Got the whole town in shock. Small town cold where the real ones roam Dirt road life, yeah the streets my home Love, loyalty, respect — that code we keep Talk that shit, you don’t walk these streets Small town cold, yeah the night stays deep Crew stay solid, we don’t play for keeps Run your mouth, better watch your tone Northern blood — yeah we hold our own Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Cold wind blowing down these northern roads Streetlights flicker while the silence grows Another night, another story told Of dirt road lives and hearts turned cold. Sirens fade in the distance slow Blue lights flashing
