Letra My block Che Lingo

My block

Rolling round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost, things I know, God forbid
Probably would’ve made Jesus cross
That’s my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs, took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat them

Rolling round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost, things I know, God forbid, probably would’ve made Jesus cross
That’s my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs, take the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat the loss

We pray the cheque on the way
They can’t judge what we do
Hear no speak no evil
They don’t know me

We pray the cheque on the way
Do this for my people
Black don’t mean illegal
They don’t know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Mind out how they treat you
Way too gold too regal
They don’t know me
We pray the cheque on the way

Frustrated
Look at how they got us in papers
Black boy, black hood, black trainers
Judging the cover of that book no pages
Hurt with hatred, curses, dangers
That probably curbed his natures
He really could’ve sent man doctor, Instead of just working patience (patients)

All now mumzy swerving bailiffs
They ain’t even got no evidence
And that bird they’re servings plateless
Feds literally broke my bredrins neck, then lied on one of their statements
Bro how can you call that justice
When the blues see red there’s greyness
King of this castle you’re looking at greatness watch me

Rolling round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost, things I know, God forbid
Probably would’ve made Jesus cross
That’s my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs, took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat them
Rolling round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost, things I know, God forbid, probably would’ve made Jesus cross
That’s my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs, take the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat the loss

We pray the cheque on the way
They can’t judge what we do
Hear no speak no evil
They don’t know me

We pray the cheque on the way
Do this for my people
Black don’t mean illegal
They don’t know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Mind out how they treat you
Way too gold too regal
They don’t know me

We pray the cheque on the way

Gimme that dough
Gimme that money right now

Pacify our women, justify the killings
Still got shackles on me, in your mind they’re ribbons
Making money off it, magnify the figures
Pray we see the profit, and we find forgiveness

Healing necessary
Not hereditary
Cut the history but can’t divide our spirit
All my brothers hungry
Appetite of winners
Lost a lot but they can’t have the diamonds in him

You don’t know what prejudice look like
All because of what you look like
Ironic, I
Never said we didn’t have good times, I
Never said my brudda didn’t push white, I
Never said that I was any victim
Coz of what skin did, still glistening
Can I get a witness in this

Rolling round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost, things I know, God forbid
Probably would’ve made Jesus cross
That’s my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs, took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat them

Rolling round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost, things I know, God forbid, probably would’ve made Jesus cross
That’s my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs, take the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat the loss

We pray the cheque on the way
They can’t judge what we do
Hear no speak no evil
They don’t know me

We pray the cheque on the way
Do this for my people
Black don’t mean illegal
They don’t know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Mind out how they treat you
Way too gold too regal
They don’t know me

We pray the cheque on the way