INTRO:
Once upon a time, in a place just up the road...
A young man lays on the floor bleeding, his girlfriend's screaming/
out for Police as another man's fleeing/
VERSE 1:
The girl cries, holding her boyfriend. In her eye's/
tears pour as she's praying, please baby don't die/
another victim of knife crime lying on the pavement/
the girl holds him close, whispers sweet words of their engagement/
his eyes close, he dies in her arms right there/
“this ain't fair” she screams. It's like a scene from a nightmare/
covered in blood, paramedics wrap him up/
Police escort her to a car, “why'd they stab him up”/
one of the coppers said with no tact/
“we need to know now, who done this and why was he attacked?”/
she can't catch a breath, crying. With no hesitation/
the officer start the engine and drives her to the station/
VERSE 2:
So the boyfriend's dead, the other boy fled/
he got 'round the corner, jumped on a bike, started up the ped/
down the back roads he goes, away from the scene as he sped/
to an abandoned garage to burn his clothes, that's where he heads/
he gets there quick, burns his trainers and his clothes/
got a spare set there stashed, he knows how this goes/
he cleans the knife, snaps the blade, chucks it in the bin/
confident the police won't find no DNA on him/
Meanwhile the girl's getting questioned at the station/
the officer's telling her, her version of events is thinner than his patients/ the girl keeps crying, protesting to go home/ she ses “I told you everything I really don't know!”/
you can see it in her face, there' something she's hiding/ the copper has to let her go, even though he know's that she's lying/ but he tells her she'll have to live with whatever she hides/ and she'll have to live with that guilt for the rest of her life/
VERSE 3:
She calls her Mum and her Mum picks her up/
the girls in a paper suit, the Police kept all her stuff/
on the drive home, her eye's roll, pain in her heart/
she can feel the guilt eating her soul. “Mum don't start”/
she cries to her mother as her Mother tries to hug her/ “What happened?” she asks. He killed my lover/ the Mother tries to comfort her daughter, reminds her that she loves her/ the Mother asks “who did this?”, the girl cries “my own Brother”/
VERSE 3:
She gets in has a shower, falls and starts to cry/
can't believe her Boyfriends died, and the reason why/
her Mum seems to understand/ more concerned with protecting her Brother, just accepting he's just killed a man/
she gets dressed and there's a knock on the door/
it's her Brother, “open up i'll kick the lock off the door”/
she opens up repeatidly hits him and starts screaming/
“why did you do this?” he ses “you know the reason!”/
he tells her pack her bags quick, she's fucking leaving/
can't be here for the Police to come back the girl's still screaming/
he slaps his Sister shouts “Make me raise my right hand”/
she sobs “why?” he ses “no way i'm having my Sister with a white man!”/
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER