Heaven or hell boy freedom or jail boy
A Nike duffle bag full of shit I could sell for
The high or the low boy just me and my homeboys
Babylon kill us so we made up our own laws
I'm still just a lost soul stood at the cross roads
Innocence lost loads tell by my demeanour
Plenty misdemeanours on the way to find the meaning
I can still hear the dead bodies there screaming
You rather rest dead up or dead broke
Would you rather red shirts or the red notes
I'm a born f*cking loser end quote
I don't blow then I'm dyin' on the ends bro
Does my father still love his firstborn son
When's a child too young to hold a warm gun
Cursed child from the gutter i was born one
Would you rather never love or mourn one
The young hold stab wounds the old hold The Bible
We see them as our guidance they see us as their rivals
Lookin at our lives were we cursed upon arrival
Does God hate the youts that turned money to an idol
Devil is a lie my childhood was satanic
My daddy lost his mind and my mother didn't plan it
3 heads to one room Kings Avenue we was stranded
The voices in my head tell me I need to leave the planet
My baby probably hates me cah I'm cold and never thinking
It's probably cos my Dad abused me whenever he'd drink it
Please don't bell my line with some congratulations
I only hear the sound of misery in adulation
My imperfections chasing like the liqour I was tasting
My death I pray it's hastened it's uneasy conversations
I'm paranoid; I never know which demon that I'm facing
Especially when they wear a smile all up on their faces
The violence they consume cah they find it entertaining
Put it down and move on the f*ckery we remain in
Lambeth gladiators pay the maddest wager
Imagine going out and thinking they might stab you later
I never was the hardest out
The only things I ever killed my innocence
The jakes were at my marj's house
Look in my eyes you see the beast that you despise
You can hate my truth but at least its not the lies
Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines
All in the damn day of a man's life
Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines
All in the damn day of a man's life
Lambeth not LA
We got akhis not eses
Ceebo - DEVIL IS A LIE Lyrics
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Heaven or hell boy freedom or jail boy
A Nike duffle bag full of shit I could sell for
The high or the low boy just me and my homeboys
Babylon kill us so we made up our own laws
I'm still just a lost soul stood at the cross roads
Innocence lost loads tell by my demeanour
Plenty misdemeanours on the way to find the meaning
I can still hear the dead bodies there screaming
You rather rest dead up or dead broke
Would you rather red shirts or the red notes
I'm a born f*cking loser end quote
I don't blow then I'm dyin' on the ends bro
Does my father still love his firstborn son
When's a child too young to hold a warm gun
Cursed child from the gutter i was born one
Would you rather never love or mourn one
The young hold stab wounds the old hold The Bible
We see them as our guidance they see us as their rivals
Lookin at our lives were we cursed upon arrival
Does God hate the youts that turned money to an idol
Devil is a lie my childhood was satanic
My daddy lost his mind and my mother didn't plan it
3 heads to one room Kings Avenue we was stranded
The voices in my head tell me I need to leave the planet
My baby probably hates me cah I'm cold and never thinking
It's probably cos my Dad abused me whenever he'd drink it
Please don't bell my line with some congratulations
I only hear the sound of misery in adulation
My imperfections chasing like the liqour I was tasting
My death I pray it's hastened it's uneasy conversations
I'm paranoid; I never know which demon that I'm facing
Especially when they wear a smile all up on their faces
The violence they consume cah they find it entertaining
Put it down and move on the f*ckery we remain in
Lambeth gladiators pay the maddest wager
Imagine going out and thinking they might stab you later
I never was the hardest out
The only things I ever killed my innocence
The jakes were at my marj's house
Look in my eyes you see the beast that you despise
You can hate my truth but at least its not the lies
Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines
All in the damn day of a man's life
Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines
All in the damn day of a man's life
Lambeth not LA
We got akhis not eses
A Nike duffle bag full of shit I could sell for
The high or the low boy just me and my homeboys
Babylon kill us so we made up our own laws
I'm still just a lost soul stood at the cross roads
Innocence lost loads tell by my demeanour
Plenty misdemeanours on the way to find the meaning
I can still hear the dead bodies there screaming
You rather rest dead up or dead broke
Would you rather red shirts or the red notes
I'm a born f*cking loser end quote
I don't blow then I'm dyin' on the ends bro
Does my father still love his firstborn son
When's a child too young to hold a warm gun
Cursed child from the gutter i was born one
Would you rather never love or mourn one
The young hold stab wounds the old hold The Bible
We see them as our guidance they see us as their rivals
Lookin at our lives were we cursed upon arrival
Does God hate the youts that turned money to an idol
Devil is a lie my childhood was satanic
My daddy lost his mind and my mother didn't plan it
3 heads to one room Kings Avenue we was stranded
The voices in my head tell me I need to leave the planet
My baby probably hates me cah I'm cold and never thinking
It's probably cos my Dad abused me whenever he'd drink it
Please don't bell my line with some congratulations
I only hear the sound of misery in adulation
My imperfections chasing like the liqour I was tasting
My death I pray it's hastened it's uneasy conversations
I'm paranoid; I never know which demon that I'm facing
Especially when they wear a smile all up on their faces
The violence they consume cah they find it entertaining
Put it down and move on the f*ckery we remain in
Lambeth gladiators pay the maddest wager
Imagine going out and thinking they might stab you later
I never was the hardest out
The only things I ever killed my innocence
The jakes were at my marj's house
Look in my eyes you see the beast that you despise
You can hate my truth but at least its not the lies
Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines
All in the damn day of a man's life
Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines
All in the damn day of a man's life
Lambeth not LA
We got akhis not eses
Writer: Christopher Chivungo
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