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Window Pain

Window Pain

(album: Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament - 2018)

Alright son?
(No mum)
What you up to?
(I'm with the guys mum like what do you want why do you keep phoning me?)
Just phoning to see how you are, I haven't heard from you all day
(No mum I'm with the guys)
Alright then I'll speak to you later

Warren died, guess who they handcuffed for his death
Blood on my knife, cause when man touched me he bled
I only got one life and a life means nothing to them
I don't wanna make a mum cry, when the fuck will this end?
They took an L but made sure the next letter coming was M
Alphabetical slaughter, found my friend in a corner
Out of breath in this [?]
He was surrounded by men with no border
Swinging around the events was the norm
But now we go out of the ends on a tour bus
No more Palace Pavilion that place but too much man in predicaments
Stabbing' was imminent, shank in my Timberlands
Squash what, the mandem are ignorant
And man isn't having a bar, you know man is resilient
Situation was tense, I put in work but couldn't get away from the feds
Fuck's sake, I'm in the station again
It's like I put my destiny in a TomTom and it showed me a quick way to the pen
I wish we left a bit earlier
Now my bredrin's dead and I been arrested for his murder
Question after question, they asked if I know Warren
I had tears in my eyes and all I could say was "no comment"
I got bail and I couldn't believe it
Imagine, if I got held and I couldn't appeal it
It's dragging, I asked for God's help and I fully received it
But what happened?
I could not tell like shush it's a secret
I mean what am I meant to say to man's mother?
It was black on black crime
And all I know, they [?] a man's colour
Those ain't no words for comfort
I'm a poor excuse for a friend, I mean that
Was I really a man's brother?!
I'm at the funeral and I can't make eye contact with his mum
I feel like a paigon
Even though I did knife combat for her son though
I live by the code though, that's a no no
We don't speak to no popo same rules different postcode

Alright son, I haven't heard from you all day. I've been phoning and texting you and there's just no reply, what's going on can you please get back to me as soon as you get this message. Love you

And I'm sorry for the Mums who have lost their sons in these streets of rage
Couldn't imagine you pain, couldn't imagine your days now
Looking out the window for a son who ain't coming back home
And things won't change, tears on your window pane
That's window pain
Looking out the window for a son who ain't coming back home
And things won't change, tears on your window pane
That's window pain

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