Che Lingo - My Block

Rolling 'round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost
Things I know, God forbid
Probably would've made Jesus cross
That's my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs
Took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat them
Rolling 'round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost
Things I know, God forbid
Probably would've made Jesus cross
That's my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs
Took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat the loss (never repeat the loss)

We pray the cheque on the way
They can't judge what we do
Hear no, speak no evil
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Do this for my people
Black don't mean illegal
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Mind out how they treat you
Way too gold, too regal
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way

Frustrated
Look at how they got us in papers
Black boy, black hood, black trainers
Judging the cover of that book no pages
Hurt with hatred, curses, dangers
That probably curbed his natures
He really could've sent man doctor
Instead of just working patience
All now mumzy swerving bailiffs
They ain't even got no evidence
And that bird they're servings plateless
Feds literally broke my bredrins neck
Then lied on one of their statements
Bro, how can you call that justice?
When the blues see red there's greyness
King of this castle you're looking at greatness. Watch me

Rolling 'round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost
Things I know, God forbid
Probably would've made Jesus cross
That's my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs
Took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat them
Rolling 'round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost
Things I know, God forbid
Probably would've made Jesus cross
That's my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs
Took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat the loss (never repeat the loss)

We pray the cheque on the way
They can't judge what we do
Hear no, speak no evil
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Do this for my people
Black don't mean illegal
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Mind out how they treat you
Way too gold, too regal
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
(Gimme that dough, gimme that money right now)

Pacify our women, justify the killings
Still got shackles on me, in your mind they're ribbons
Making money off it, magnify the figures
Pray we see the profit, and we find forgiveness
Healing necessary, not hereditary
Cut the history but can't divide our spirit
All my brothers hungry, appetite of winners
Lost a lot but they can't have the diamonds in him
You don't know what prejudice look like
All because of what you look like
Ironic, I never said we didn't have good times
I never said my brudda didn't push white
I never said that I was any victim
'Cause of what skin did, still glistening
Can I get a witness in this?

Rolling 'round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost
Things I know, God forbid
Probably would've made Jesus cross
That's my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs
Took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat them
Rolling 'round my block, feeling hot
Streets are cold, see the frost
Things I know, God forbid
Probably would've made Jesus cross
That's my blood, family tree
No excuse, freedom costs
Took the risk, made mistakes
Pray I never repeat the loss (never repeat the loss)

We pray the cheque on the way
They can't judge what we do
Hear no, speak no evil
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Do this for my people
Black don't mean illegal
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way
Mind out how they treat you
Way too gold, too regal
They don't know me
We pray the cheque on the way

Written by:
Che Lingo

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