Yeah… Post code mapped in the marrow… Urban maze… no exits… You already know how it goes bruv… Post code wars, man grew up where the lines get drawn, Concrete jungle, every corner got a silent storm, Man talk loud but the real ones move in quiet form, See the pain in the bricks where the youth get torn. Blue lights flash, now the sirens sing lullabies, Mothers pray while their sons in the gutter rise, Knife-edge living, every breath is a subtle dice, Roll wrong once, now you're gone—ain’t a second try. Trap phone buzzin’, got bros on a late-night run, Empty fridge, so the hunger made a blade feel numb, Schoolyard dreams got replaced by the weight of guns, Now it’s postcode pride ‘til the day that the reaper comes. I seen brothers switch sides for a fraction of fame, Seen love turn venom in a matter of days, Seen young Gs lose soul in the trap of the game, Tryna find light but it’s black in the maze. Post code wars in this urban maze, Every path got fire, every step got flames, Tryna find peace but the ends stay caged, Lost souls runnin’ through these bloodstained days. Post code wars, can you feel that weight? Every siren scream got a name, got a face, We just tryna live but we’re stuck in place… In this urban maze… in this urban maze… Man are boxed in grids like a digital cage, Young kings turned pawns in a criminal stage, Same story plays, just a different page, Same rage burns in a similar age. See the tension rise when the postcode clash, Man step through shadows with a ghost-like mask, No love in the ends, just a cold contrast, Where a wrong look back can provoke that blast. Man talk loyalty, but it’s thin like thread, One slip, now your name gets whispered, dead, I seen real ones fall, now I live with dread, Got ghosts in my mind, yeah they visit beds. This ain't music, it’s a cry from the broken flats, Where the system failed and the hope collapsed, Where the kids learn pain ‘fore they learn to chat, And survival mode is the only fact. Tell me where do we go when the road gets dark? When the light don’t shine and it breaks your heart… Every postcode marked like a work of art, But it’s painted in pain… yeah it’s torn apart… Now it’s full-send mode in the depths of the ends, Where the hate runs deep and it never pretends, Man are chasing survival, not making amends, Every ally shaky, can’t trust these friends. Got a map in my head but it leads to war, Every route got risk, every street got lore, Every door got ghosts from the beef before, Every scar tells truths that you can’t ignore. Man rise from ashes with a venomous drive, Still breathing heavy just to prove I’m alive, Seen the darkest nights where the devils reside, But I carry that flame that they buried inside. This the soundtrack straight from the underworld code, Where the pain gets heavy and the stories get told, Where the lost get found or they lose their soul… In the post code wars where the truth unfolds. Gridlocked mind where the road signs twist, bros raised in the fog where the postcode splits, Every step got watched, every move got risk, see the trust get thin like a worn-out disk, Man scheme in the dark where the cold wind bites, got the fear in the chest but it won’t show twice, Hear the echo of boots when the ops glide by, every shadow look long in the low street lights. I was knee-deep trapped in a cycle spin, where the loss gets loud and the wins stay thin, Where the young get pulled by the siren hymn, and the devil don’t knock, he just walks right in, Seen a friend turn ghost for a strip of land, now his name just floats when they grip them cans, And his mum still cries with them trembling hands, tryna pray that her son got a second chance. Now it’s tap-tap flows when I vent that rage, every bar like a spark in a pent-up cage, Got the pain all mapped in a mental page, tryna break these walls but they’re set in place, Every postcode clash like a code gone mad, where the good turn cold and the hope turn bad, Where the nights stay long and the roads stay mad— …and you either survive… or you don’t come back. Post code wars in this urban maze, Every path got fire, every step got flames, Tryna find peace but the ends stay caged, Lost souls runnin’ through these bloodstained days. Post code wars, can you feel that weight? Every siren scream got a name, got a face, We just tryna live but we’re stuck in place… In this urban maze… in this urban maze… Yeah… No exits… just echoes… Post code wars… In this urban maze… That's just facts these days Sad but reality init bruv.
