Alpha House

Ayy
 Young bull at the top of the block with the white front door and the corner subtle
 Cool, but he always in trouble
 Why you think his bredrins called him Knuckles?
 Ten years old in beef, dad thinks street's takin' over me
 Mumsy prayin' for me, but there ain't enough beads on the rosary
 Raised by the wolves from young, but still in the jungle like Mowgli
 Always up front when the olders speak
 So was never as dumb as ones s'posed to be
 Twos in the spliff by the lift
 It be what it be, and it is what it is
 They said if I tried it, they wildin'
 And kickin' my shit 'cause it isn't for kids
 Fourth floor's where my ting would've lived
 If her fam' never moved out to Harrow
 Her dad was a pastor and marj was paro
 I'd take her daughter off the calm and narrow
 Yout with the peppercorn, yeah
 I know it seems kinda deep, but they thoughts was shallow
 Spent my whole life on the market as the target that they point they arrows
 Control it, then I pass it to Paolo
 Young kick abouts on Albert Road
 Coach said, "Come down to trials"
 'Cause I could have got scouted, but I was at home
 Or I was outside with the homies
 If only I could've advised me now
 But even if I was down and out, I still come back to Alpha House