ICARUS WAS A YOUT FROM BRIXTON Lyrics

My Marjae knew this brudda through her friend

In the end met in '02

Back when grime was the trend

Immigrant nigga with hopes of starting again

In the nizzy and his name Izzy least let's just pretend

And he was one of the men that would develop a habit

Cigarette fumes because the stress of life couldn't hack it

Knowin the jakes could spin his yard cos he ain't got papers

Then it progressed smokin' weed now he's got papers

Reup on the low want nobody to judge

Tilson Gardens for the bud but Mummy clocked the mud

Tried to warn his older sister out love

That the faith a nitty has ain't the same as the one that comes from above You see in ends drink and smoke was what we knew

Cos if you didn't then the ills of life fuck with you

Reveal a cut or two or maybe even scars

Leave our problems on the ground this shit has got me flying far

Oh Lard

Times past and I'm 11 on the strip and now

There's cats and needle points where the mandem have us a kickabout

On New Park take a break and bop to Happy Shoppers

Seen a couple shottas getting grabbed by more than happy coppers

Hit the Morely's and I seen my Uncle Izzy lookin iffy

Had a roach on the ear and said he missed me

Truthfully my Marjae said we shouldn't talk

And if I see him on the street look away and keep the walk

It's really kinda funny thinkin' retrospect

Because my father was hooked on liqour he'd take it to the neck

But as long as the addiction is an accepted affliction

Then it's not the same as nitties that's okay I guess

He needed help but we turned on him like his siblings did

Ain't even care bout the squalor that he was living in

Izzy didn't mind

But there's only so long you can hide what's buildin' upBy just billin' it

My Uncle Izzy is a nitty now mad ting

You'll find him homeless in the city now mad ting

It's almost funny how quick the vice grabbed him

Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff

Psychosis the diagnosis

The family did the best Moses impression

Cah they split fam it's the mad ting

Blood is nothing I can tell by what his fam did

And if I say it I'm the villain that's the mad ting

I mourn the soul of the dreamer who just wanted to fly

The high that he chases got him crashing and falling from the sky

But this is normalcy in Lambeth so nobody cries

Until it's the funerals from hearing that somebody died

How many Izzies in my city boxing demons been labelled a heathen

And never receiving the help that they need

The shottas profit off despair from the hopeless it's peak

Went from survival of the fittest to open with greed

Sticks and stigma in Stockwell got me sticking to faith

The price of being poor is higher than minimum wage

Hardly scared of hell because we've been living in pain

I saw him scrambling for pennies this shit is insane

My uncle Izzy is a nitty now mad ting

You'll find him homeless in the city now mad ting

It's almost funny how quick the vice grabbed him

Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff