Layt - A Minor's Tale

A Minor's Tale
Written and performed by Layt
Mixed and mastered by @pitzproductionsuk
Video by @pitzproductionsuk
Social Media:
@Layt_music
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Lyrics:
I'm too nice melt your ice into water
The stars in my eyes make the sky look distorted
I need money but my time is important
I try and I try but my time gets exhausted
I was in a trap committing crime for my daughter
Trading grams for nappies because I couldn't afford them
In a 9-to-5 nearly died from the boredom
And nearly knocked my dickhead boss out for his talking
One of 5 siblings but feeling like an orphan
Mother knows I'm robbing but needs money to support us
Grew up round druggies where the windows on the houses were boarded
Coppers were patrolling the corsey
Of course, we were tearaways dreams in my backpack
Bag of weed scales and my pen and my rap pad
16 heading up to Paul's flat
Spitting better bars that these other fucking rappers they ain't all that
In all black with a bally on
Looking for my last stepdad with this bat gonna bang him one
Me and Jonny running from the coppers like a marathon
He's got a blade tucked but me I never carried one
Before I learned to pop bras
We were rolling round in twocked cars
Tearing up the stack on a Gas Gas
We go to war for this village I'm a pauper
Chilling with the criminal villains and getting taunted
By law enforcement
Slamming us with car doors
I remember dodging flying glass in them bar brawls
I remember kicking down doors for scraps
Stripping lead from the bank and then pawning that
Tarn lingo got Londoners talking that
Don't understand what we're saying because we're northern lads
We were minors running around
In a run-down mining town
Until the mic was found
So thank God for the blessing of these lyrics
Because I know that they're the real reason I ain't ever been to prison
Thank God for the blessing of these lyrics
Because I know that they're the real reason I ain't ever been to prison
Sitting with this pen a cigarette and a vision
In a flat full of black mold in terrible conditions
Got the bailiffs banging at my mother's door
We haven't got no fucking money
What you think these cupboards are empty for?
We spent years balancing on the poverty line
Listening to politicians telling lies
About the yobs in their council housing
Stop and search hoping that they don't find the ounce in my trousers
We were dreamers with no clue
Trying to take new steps in these old shoes
In these old pits polluted by coal fumes
Underneath these orange street lights where there's nothing new
Man I saw the bruises he left on my sister's face
Then he dragged me on the floor by my ears and my wrist
And I made it to the toilet
Locked the door then I'm screaming "I'ma fucking kill you when I'm older"
All I hear are sirens I miss the day
Because at night I'm a child scared to death by the violence
My birthdays another day I wished away
Phycologists trying to understand where my mind is
My brothers locked in the nut house
Bars on his windows
I'm playing footie on the street avoiding the syringes
Godley Street chav been bad for my teachers
Don't matter what they say they can't reach us
Doctors want to dose me with mirtazapine
All I do is sleep it's been weeks since I had a dream
Never had a dad to teach me what a man should be
So I had to make my own path to the man I'd be
Now I'm me

[@fuzzyk8265]

nice

[@fireflowOfficial]

This is deep bro ❤🔥