Ain’t no daddy’s where I’m from
It’s just mad mothers
And eyes that still seem
They can’t look past color
Why am I disrespected by
Someone I should call brother?
And why girls feelin’ pretty
And constantly hating each other?
I grew up in the 1980’s
In a 4-bedroom house
My family, my Grandma,
3 or 4 Aunties
Uncles and Brothers
In and out of prison daily
At certain times when there was no heat
We stay under covers
There was life like u never seen
Grandma taking extra people in
Come dinner time It was tippin’ 18
Boil a big pot of water on the stove to take a bath
Rub my face with Olive Oil
All my mates used to laugh
All my Cousin’s moved out
We all got divided
As i started to get older I seen God providing
I’ve seen ?50 last 3 months solid
I got my first pair of nikes we were still eating porridge
Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim
Practising dancin’
Coming down the stairs and ting
I touched Africa and came back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
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