Alpha House

Young bull at the top of the block wid the white front door in the corner subtle Kool But he always in trouble Why you think his bredrins called him knuckles 10 years old in beef Dad think Streets taking over me mumsy praying for me but there ain’t enough beads on the rosary Raised by the wolves from young n still in the jungle like mowgli always up front when the olders speak So was never as dumb as Ones sposed to 2’sin a spliff by the lift It be what it be n it is what it is They said if I tried it they whiling n kickin my shit Cos it Isn’t for kids 4th floors where my ting woulda lived If her fam never moved out to Harrow Her Dad was a pastor n Marge was parrow I’d take her daughter off the calm n narrow Yout with the peppercorns Yh I know It’s seems kinda deep but they thoughts was shallow Spent my whole life on the market as the target that they point they arrows Control it then pass it to paolo Young kick abouts on Albert road Coach said come down to trials cos I coulda scouted but I was at home Or I was outside wid homies If only I could of advised me no But Even if I was down n out I’d still come back to alpha house