Sweet Boys Turned Sour

My childhood was Lovers Rock Rhythm and Blues, Dancehall Man used to go bonkers at conkers Pogs and playing marbles Loved British-bulldog Hide and seek and pass the parcel Street Fighter 'Round the time that Wrighty played for Arsenal Fast forward Money up against the schoolyard wall Go home, watch X-Men and Marvel at Hey Arnold I was still a virgin but all of my thoughts carnal Like can I hit your G-spot, baby? Throw it back to Wayne Marshall Dark horse, but was a sensitive child Temperament mild, never been wild, rarely was riled Presentable while was never in style Man never had a Avi Wasn't wavy and yet I stood out I was sweeter than Lyle's Golden Syrup, always a smile Before the ends and my poor choice of friends made me vile Life would've been different if I grew up in Chalfont St Giles But I grew up in KG, made me cagey Lucky that I always got home safely Only know that looking back on it now Saw my first strap at fifteen I was just chilling at my pal's He let me hold it, oh, fucking hell That could've went south But to his credit, took it back Cleaned it and wiped it all down He pulled out a stack, I'd never even seen that amount He said to roll with him So I rolled with him for a bit then I bounced Naive to it all, but that's the kinda ting I was 'round The writing was on the wall Needed more than parkour to get out I'm showing you how Good youths turn foul Soft kids turn shower I'm telling you how Sweet boys turn sour My mum was around, my dad was around Raised me well, but soon as I come out the house, wow The zones got me with the influence That's how it is in most instances Where do we come from? North Weezy At the time growing up wasn't easy, please believe me So even though the ends is picturesque and leafy Underneath the surface, it is greasy Different day, same feces Started at school, Brent Cup Started at ball, a hard tackle was the start of it all Friends on the side of the pitch starting to taunt Now, on the summer holidays, see them at parties and war Them fun fairs weren't fun affairs, but were hard to ignore Stand by the bumper cars and screw the other side 'til you're bored Physically or mentally then back to Kensal Green I coulda been a rest in peace in Kilburn Times many times, but it weren't my time Lucky I was acting, I was early on my grind Early on in life, man were violating all my pride Thoughts were swirling and swirling 'til there was murder on mind Good yout, but I was turning to survive End up purchasing a knife, next man to try a ting is getting chinged Laws of attraction is a thing As the universe would have it, man tried it, went home and grabbed it Came back a savage and tried to stab him He jumped back and started Justin Gatlin I chased him and tried to catch him He's lucky I never caught him I'm lucky I never caught him If I did, I woulda have bored him The karma that woulda bought me Been arrested by the morning Two sets of parents bawling My mum woulda never thought it Thought I was chilling at Courtney's Yeah, I know that sounds sordid But everything that I saw, did Good kuds turn foul Soft kids turn shower I'm telling you how Sweet boys turn sour My mum was around, my dad was around Raised me well, but soon as I come out the house, wow The zones got me with the influence That's how it is in most instances Yeah