Dedicated to Paul Curran, thank you for the inspiration RIP.

Second single from Kojaque's upcoming project "DELI DAYDREAMS".

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Written and Produced by KOJAQUE
Directed by Kevin Smith and Sam McGrath
Filmed by Sam McGrath
Edited by Kevin Smith at The Firestation Artist Studio

Lyrics

I'm just a north side DC baby
Me mammy raised me
By the horse riding council housing crisis crazy
When the suns out, sons come knocking teeth for change
I hope it comes soon
Cause i don't know you, but know your cousin
Die a new day
Where you from yeah where ya from yeah wheres ya head rest
That's two steps the wrong direction don't you be here
Say that post code wrong, i wanna break you
Cause my homes broken there isn't love
An ill equate, take you down like mathematics
When the shoes break we tie lose ends, toss the fuckers on the phone line
Hope you come late night to pick the green up
Take your money and break your teeth
Just like my dreams were
Night they came and tossed ma mother in the four door
Wheeled her off, my foster parents couldn't control me
Smoke them trees inside the civic with the doors locked
It's nature nurture its a habit, it's a routine
Weekly standoffs in the streets with the Siochana
Guard the peace but lock me up for just the peace tree
Read my rights, so whats the crime, 'intent to smoke that'?
Half gram baggie I couldn't supply myself a blow-back
Who come buying from me? they wanna trump the charge up
Just one more knacker up off the streets
Thats what they say right?
Read my rights they wanna kill me cause an accent
Hold that purse a little tighter
When I ask them, whats the time?
My court proceedings weighing on me
Cause i had dreams of upping sticks and jumping countries
Took that from my hands like when my ma left
Fuck that stress, i don't need love, i need the dope man
Fuck the meds, i dont need that, i need to smoke man
Fuck the plebs the rich are culling off the piss poor
Peep the news, just in, this public discourse is racehorse
Pissing up on the steps of the cathedral
Sovereign state; they'd rather see my mother bleed out than build a clinic
You leave abortions to the backstreets
If we need it were gonna get
Fuck the handouts
Give tax breaks to smarmy fuckers in the grey suits
Leave me starving tryna find a source of income
Can't pull cockles from out the Liffey
Dolly mount strand is too polluted
Im just a fish i'm tryna breath air


In plain sight an everybody watch me drown out
White trash, white noise, they just ignore it 'til it drowns out

It's never gonna drown it
I'm never gonna drown out

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