Brutalism - Turkish Dcypha, Awate, Big Ben

Where I’m from, the streets are cold.

You better wear a Parker

1 in 5 of my partners didn’t know his father

Young marauders swimming, couldn’t see the harbour

We would get in beef needing more than a plaster

I would hold a knife and say it was protection

But I wanted more than anything to use it as a weapon

Didn’t go to school, 50 Cent taught me lessons

Excluded a hundred times before I started year seven

Bredrin.

Growing up was cold

Seeing all my people locked up took it’s toll

I watched Angel Heart and wanted to sell my soul

And fell into a well of melancholy full of coal

The Road to Redemption is a perilous one

Summer threats made you wonder if September would come

Never had Christmas dinner.

No December’s were fun

When I visited hell, I met the devil with guns and told him

In the streets it’s cold.

Colder than you know

When the heat is on, you better not fold

Growing up ain’t nice 'round here

Always running for your life 'round here

I’ve been jacked once.

The second time was better, trust

I was showing off my new era the bus

These boys were asking me questions

Wanting to know where I’m from

When I name my estate, people usually run

But they didn’t get the hint and followed me onto the street

I didn’t know until I felt a fist connect above my cheek

There were 8 of them and I was on my Js

Fight or flight didn’t say to run away

So I started scrapping out.

Put a few of em down

Grabbed my cap off the ground and ran into Camden Town

The next day I see my friend and he asked what happened

He saw my black eye and plotted a plan of action

Told the olders from my area and staked out the square

Knowing that the boys who tried to rob me cotched there

We took their phones and they took a beating

They were lucky to even leave breathing

In the streets it’s cold.

Colder than you know

When the heat is on, you better not fold

Growing up ain’t nice 'round here

Always running for your life 'round here

In the streets it’s cold.

Colder than you know

When the heat is on, you better not fold

Growing up ain’t nice 'round here

Always running for your life 'round here

Better learn how to fight 'round here.

Either that or hold a knife 'round here