Lyrics

"Sinners on the Centre (Darkside Edition 2.0)"

(UK Drill / Hip-Hop Trap – Redditch Edition)


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Intro (Spoken)

Yeah…
Redditch ain’t sweet, nah it ain’t all laughs,
Where the past don’t fade, it just hides in the dark.
Churchill, Woodrow, Matchborough, Batchley,
Winyates, Abbeydale, Mount Pleasant, Abbey,
Southcrest, Greenlands, Mayfields too,
Oakenshaw? Yeah, man’s been through…

Bus station? Say less, that’s where s**t got real.


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Verse 1 (Dark & Gritty)

Bus stop lurking, midnight stress,
Beef in the air, bare tings got pressed,
One call made? Next man's vex,
Whole crew ride out, f**k who's next.

Batchley boys move cold, don’t slip,
Woodrow bredrins? Always got lip,
Matchborough lads? Mad with the kick,
One wrong move, man’s blood on brick.

Oakenshaw nights? Silent but deep,
Big man talk, but they don’t make a peep,
Olders still there, still stuck in the street,
Youngers ain't safe, man’s glued to the heat.


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Chorus (Hard & Haunting)

Sinners on the Centre, past don’t leave,
Old heads still got tricks up their sleeve,
Lost bare friends, but the block still breathes,
Redditch nights? Man don’t sleep.

Sinners on the Centre, pain runs deep,
F**ked up fights, man lost teeth,
Chippy stay open, but the vibe ain’t sweet,
Old school rage still haunts these streets.


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Verse 2 (Darker, More Storytelling)

Abbeydale stories? Ahh, say no more,
Where man got snaked right outside the store,
Greenlands tense, can’t go to war,
Mount Pleasant boys? Knock straight through doors.

Oakenshaw creeping, man move ghost,
Bus lane drama? That’s where it’s most,
Feds do sweeps but they don’t get close,
Man went missing, no one knows.

Southcrest nights, man’s posted low,
Mayfields drama, bare man go,
Winyates tense, when the whispers grow,
Man went jail, now he’s moving slow.


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Bridge (Sinister & Reflective)

Who really wins when the ends stay cursed?
Who really laughs when man’s in the hearse?
Who really speaks when the past gets worse?
Who really prays when they know what lurks?

Man moved on, but the past still stays,
Tryna dodge feds, tryna dodge graves,
Tryna dodge beef, tryna dodge blades,
Redditch town still sings old ways.


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Chorus (Hard & Haunting)

Sinners on the Centre, past don’t leave,
Old heads still got tricks up their sleeve,
Lost bare friends, but the block still breathes,
Redditch nights? Man don’t sleep.

Sinners on the Centre, pain runs deep,
F**ked up fights, man lost teeth,
Chippy stay open, but the vibe ain’t sweet,
Old school rage still haunts these streets.


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Outro (Spoken, Cold)

Centre still whispers, names still float,
Some in prison, some in coats,
Some in church, some still broke,
Some still lurk, some still choke…

Redditch don’t forget, nah, this town still speaks,
Sinners on the Centre…
Some got out, some got deep.