A Roadman's Hymn - Kano

Over this east side, yeah, that’s the settings

Work all day just for toast and spaghetti

Kids outside on road BMXing

And see drug dealers roll up

So all they wanna be like

Chaps chain gold

Avirex jacket and a GTI Golf

Brown skin beauty and a pocket full of dough

And a presidential Roley frozen

So please don’t ever act like you know man

If you ain’t from round here, we don’t spud no hand

Wonder why we worship cars and clothes, man

We don’t own land so we’re stuck in no man’s

And gangsters are like superheroes to us

More chance of being them than a lawyer or doc

Idris lived one road away, what’s the odds?

That’s two black youts going straight to the top

Still repping that east side, fuck your perception

First class and five stars, hood up for breakfast

Claridge’s for tea, Don P disrespect it

A hymn for the streets, let the hood niggas sing it like

Take off

Watch the mandem aim for that top

Champagne for the pain and Cîroc

God keep a roadman safe on that block

All night we dream of that life

All night we prepped for this fight

And to my dargs that hold me down

More life, more life

Please free the mandem that’s locked up

I ain’t saying that they never fucked up

But where is forgiveness?

Please free the mandem that’s locked up

I ain’t saying that they never fucked up

But where is forgiveness?

I remember when Bruno had the Punto and Manoor had the Civic

Had to twang a bouncer to get in when I was spitting

Always had the vision that one day it would be different

Nas told a brother it was written

Champagne sipping, pan fry two fishes

Used to go Yankees for £1 chicken

Youts see me on road and feel uplifted

Yeah, I’m still about these endless lyrics, blud, I live it

I see 'nough man get caught up in the system

Yet mandem sell drugs but mandem know business

The man that steals cars, that man there could fix it

If I didn’t spit bars, could be behind them in the prison

Tell a kid he won’t be shit, he won’t be shit

I tell a kid like Will told me, «you'll make Ps, kid»

And when that cheque came, I was with Smithy up in Camden

Then we popped champagne with my mumzy in East Ham

Fuck about, we celebrate

Take off

Watch the mandem aim for the top

Champagne for the pain and Cîroc

God keep a roadman safe on that block

All night we dream of that life

All night we prepped for this fight

And to my dargs that hold me down

More life, more life

Please free the mandem that’s locked up

I ain’t saying that they never fucked up

But where is forgiveness?

Please free the mandem that’s locked up

I ain’t saying that they never fucked up

But where is forgiveness?

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It’s on top right now

Cause I got my whole city turned up right now

Champagne for the pain and Cîroc right now

The mandem are way up right now, stay up right now

Smithy looks about 300k up right now

The smile on the kids says it’s blatant right now

Jordan and Soraya’s doing amazing right now

You know that means some motherfuckers hating right now

Gotta stop the sharking and the snaking right now

A hymn for the streets, niggas praying right now

Can I get a amen right now?

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