Backstreet Sermon 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Late bus home Same black coat Same cold breeze Same old roads (yeah) [Verse 1] Mum said pray I just pace my flat Council view Plus a blade in the back of the drawer like that Old heads talk 'Bout days in the park, shell suits, cassettes Now it's masks and text alerts And group chats, postcode threats Food in the rucksack Rent on my mind, that's weight Graft in my Air Max Hope that the opps run late Half past pain Quarter past rage, can't lie, I'm tired Still see blue lights blink in the rain Like the whole block wired [Chorus] This that backstreet sermon Grit on my tongue, my heart still learning Fear in my blood but the world keeps turning One foot in but my soul keeps yearning This that backstreet sermon Laugh in the dark 'cause the pain's still burning Pray for a way out, streets not certain One foot in but my soul keeps yearning (yeah) [Verse 2] Nineties baby Raised on the stairs and the static on telly Now it's profit and loss And a pic of my bro on my chain, too heavy Jakes on the roundabout circling I circle the block with a nervous grin If I make it home, I swear I'ma flip this script, I'ma change this skin Grandma’s Bible under the bed Next to a box I shouldn't keep Two worlds fighting in my head Every time I try to sleep (mmm) Dreams of a front row seat Mum in the crowd, no court, just claps But I'm still here, hoodie on deep Trying not to fall in the old school traps (hey) [Chorus] This that backstreet sermon Grit on my tongue, my heart still learning Fear in my blood but the world keeps turning One foot in but my soul keeps yearning This that backstreet sermon Laugh in the dark 'cause the pain's still burning Pray for a way out, streets not certain One foot in but my soul keeps yearning (oh)