"Speak To All The Youth" lyrics
Wretch 32
I'm Wretch, I speak to teach all the–
Wretch, Wretch 32
Look (look)
I'm the heat in the–
I'm Wretch, I speak to teach all the–
Yeah, yeah
Listen (look)
I'm the heat in the booth
I'm Wretch, I spit to teach all the youth
To educate–, the heat in the–, look
I'm Wretch, I spit to teach all the–
Look, uh
Certain times I'm like "life's hard"
Then I say Wretch, dust your shoulders off
Get up, now you're old enough
You've gotta choose the right path
There's people relying on you
And unless you need to straighten up
Then don't keep the iron on you
Why you thinking these crazy thoughts?
Don't you wanna see your baby walk?
Don't you wanna hear your baby talk baby talk?
I know life's hard to understand
And even harder to become a man
That's successful, and being able
To bring food to the table is so stressful
Oh, you'll go mental
And the pain won't dissolve, it's like petrol
So you stay on the roads 'til they get you
And that don't make sense
You're only aiming for a meal 'cause you ain't ate
And when you're scraping for a bill, you just make pence
So hence why we're faithless
Society really frightens me
I ain't getting the life I need, I ain't liking the trife I see
And it's hard to get in the frame of mind
Working until you're 85 just so that I can say I tried
When you could be out on the roadside
Moving loads of Os, you know I'm confused, I'm
Stuck in two minds
But I wanna cop some new time
And if I flop, then I'll do time
And I feel it for niggas up in the station
Who can't even get brains while they're sitting in education
Like, is it fear that we're underdogs?
It's like Blair's tryna run us dogs
Shoo, shoo
Shoo who? You wanna mind I don't sh–, listen
I never mean to get into that type of talk, but
It's Wretch 32
Yeah
I'm Wretch, I speak to teach all the–
Wretch, Wretch 32
Look (look)
I'm the heat in the–
I'm Wretch, I speak to teach all the–
Yeah, yeah
Listen (look)
I'm the heat in the booth
I'm Wretch, I spit to teach all the youth
To educate–, the heat in the–, look
I'm Wretch, I spit to teach all the–
Look, uh
Certain times I'm like "life's hard"
Then I say Wretch, dust your shoulders off
Get up, now you're old enough
You've gotta choose the right path
There's people relying on you
And unless you need to straighten up
Then don't keep the iron on you
Why you thinking these crazy thoughts?
Don't you wanna see your baby walk?
Don't you wanna hear your baby talk baby talk?
I know life's hard to understand
And even harder to become a man
That's successful, and being able
To bring food to the table is so stressful
Oh, you'll go mental
And the pain won't dissolve, it's like petrol
So you stay on the roads 'til they get you
And that don't make sense
You're only aiming for a meal 'cause you ain't ate
And when you're scraping for a bill, you just make pence
So hence why we're faithless
Society really frightens me
I ain't getting the life I need, I ain't liking the trife I see
And it's hard to get in the frame of mind
Working until you're 85 just so that I can say I tried
When you could be out on the roadside
Moving loads of Os, you know I'm confused, I'm
Stuck in two minds
But I wanna cop some new time
And if I flop, then I'll do time
And I feel it for niggas up in the station
Who can't even get brains while they're sitting in education
Like, is it fear that we're underdogs?
It's like Blair's tryna run us dogs
Shoo, shoo
Shoo who? You wanna mind I don't sh–, listen
I never mean to get into that type of talk, but
It's Wretch 32
Yeah
