Signs In Life

There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin' this minute
And next minute you're gone away

So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid

True, you can move food on the street
Did a bitta that got bored of that
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact

I could make more back
By breaking down to scores and that
Stack to buy out the stores and that

Didn't give a shit about loads of that
But I did give a shit about getting locked up
Or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about four for that
Crap, you ain't so rich now

I bet you feel like a prick now
'Coz where's all your fancy shit now
Where's your whips, chicks and your bits now
Shit, you should have fixed up

Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up
And it was all for the big bucks
Now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups

Look I told you this shit's fucked
The ghetto lifestyle's too much
If I bust, be proud of me, you can't take it out of me
So I'm a bit stuck but I got too much to lose now

Love my life and I don't wanna lose out
I'm still about, I'm home sweet home
In the ends like I don't wanna move out, I'm too bad

There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin' this minute
And next minute you're gone away

So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid

Look, you can do moves on the street
I'd rather spit bars on the beat
I'd rather that than nick cars every week
But jack is when I split scars with the heat

So I'm solo like the guitars and the beat
But this rhyming shit is for me
I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this
And I've even writ bars in my sleep

But I ain't on hype, I've had enough phase
Ghetto's probably inside, hope he bust K's
That undergrounds like roll this, a tough race
You can be living this minute then gone again

Like mum you was right and I was wrong again
But I'm strong again, still moved on again
Ten more minutes and I write another song again
If I can do it, you can, I'm a true fan

Up and coming MC's big up you man
The doors open but I ain't through man
I'm a ball through like a cue dan
Watch me, ain't gonna let no one stop me

UK, I'm gonna break you properly
And If you ain't gonna watch me do that, move back
Who's that? KA , I knew that and I know its not easy
And I know what you're feeling, just believe me

There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin' this minute
And next minute you're gone away

So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid

There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin' this minute
And next minute you're gone away

I fear my safety, I fear I'm bait
But I can't put my skills to waste
Because if you're living by the gun
You surely will get blazed

I still gon' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away
Refuse to die before I try then put the mic away
This life of K is just one big hype for praise
Right night, record then start to write okay

But I'm just saying, back on hype of Kane
But only I'm to blame, today, I saw the signs that came
And it's got a good look but that's life they say, crime pays

And I'll stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay
But grime ain't making me mill's, so I'm picking up a 9 today
And spittin' ain't getting me deals but this shits just getting real

There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin' this minute
The next minute you're gone away

So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid

There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be living this minute
And next minute your gone away

So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid