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This is my story |
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This is my story |
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Came from radio, it was late |
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Left the car, went straight to my gate |
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Head straight |
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Didn't even look left |
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Got my key out, started hearing footsteps |
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Right over my shoulder |
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Had to act fast, I can hear them getting closer |
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Tryna' keep calm and put my key into the door |
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Thinking to myself if I don't make it then it's over |
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I don't know how I managed it |
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Ran into my mum's room panicking |
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Mum shouting at me \"Karl what's happening?\" |
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Carl shouting at me \"Karl what's happening?\" |
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How the hell did I get in this? |
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Tryna' hold the door but it's coming off the hinges |
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Somebody wake me from this dream now |
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Then I hear a gunshot and my mum scream out |
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Somebody come and save the day |
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Somebody take this pain away |
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How can I ask God for help now, when I ain't even prayed today? |
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Is this how my life ends? (Nowhere to run, no place to hide in) |
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Carl ran out of the room tryna' fight them |
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Two more gun shots, everything's silent |
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Mum ran downstairs, she's crying |
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And I can't move a muscle but I'm trying |
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Praying for an ambulance but I can't hear a siren |
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She said he's shot I hope she's lying |
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I hear her shouting out for help, I think he's dying |
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I'm thinking why him? Was it wrong place, wrong timing? |
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I see him at the bottom of the stairs |
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Mum shaking while the neighbours tryna' save him, heart racing, wishing I could disappear |
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And it shoulda been me but it's him lying there |
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And I know it isn't fair |
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I phone Skanks, phone Shook, my whole body's in shock, I couldn't even shed a tear |
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Trapped in this nightmare, how did I get here? |
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This is my story |
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All the pain, all the things, falling on me |
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All the blood, sweat and tears but don't worry |
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Flashing lights, seen my life flash before me |
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This is my story |
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This is my story |
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Woke up to a ping on my blackberry |
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It was a message from Kone saying \"somebody tried to kill me and got my family\" |
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I rubbed my eyes, is this a dream or reality? |
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Kone said \"Krept who the fuck was this mad at me?\" |
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God, how we gon' solve this catastrophe? |
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Then God gave us 'Otis' it was a blessing from him |
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Cos it stopped us from going getting reckless on him |
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Thinking to quit music |
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Thinking to go and do something stupid |
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Then things fell in place and started improving |
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That's why I say the music chose us, we didn't choose it |
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Bearing in mind Kone started from scratch |
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Feds took his house, money, clothes, he never had jack |
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Then I got a call from Vash |
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He told us the plan so we got up in the lab |
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Then things started to pick up even more |
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Skepta hollered at me, said that we should come on tour |
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Skepta don't even realise what he did for us |
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Well if you're listening, thank you for help fixing us |
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From the tour, all these shows start coming in |
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Back on our feet now the money started flooding in |
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Invested in clothes and money started doubling |
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Now so much for struggling |
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Watching Kones getting back up on his feet |
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Thinking \"how's he coping\ |