Garden of England

With this pen that I grasp in my fingers

I'm tryna' take over the garden of England

Tryna' blow for my and my siblings, stuck in the booth, I'm doing up mission

Don't wanna see me shine or glisten

I'm stuck in the rut of the government system

I got love for the guys that listen they look in my eye and they dream my vision

Look in my eyes, all you see is blue, till I smoke that zoot and I turn em' to red

I've got stress in my head and I'm vexed

Pissed right off from a text I read

And I can't just put it to bed, wrapping it up

I can't leave it to rest, back in the car with a bulletproof vest