My Estate Requiem

Intro

Yeah...

My estate...

CCTV skies...

Everybody watching... nobody seeing...

Listen.

Hook

My estate, black coat, cold face,

Every corner got a camera, every road's a case,

They talk about the come-up, but they never see the base,

I was raised where the silence speak louder than grace.

My estate, no sleep, no faith,

Keep the circle tight, keep the pressure in place,

They can watch from the wings, let 'em study the pace—

I don't run from the dark, I was born in that place.

Verse 1

Piano in the dark, 808 start to slide,

Every block got a story that the headlines hide,

Mum's light still on when I'm coming through late,

Same old estate, but I'm moving with weight.

I don't need a crowd, I need a plan and a way,

Learned young that a name can disappear in a day,

So I keep my circle tight, keep my business discreet,

Let the fakes do the talking while I build in the street.

They see the jacket, they don't see the cost,

They see the confidence, they don't see what was lost,

Every empty chair at the table got a reason,

Every winter on the estate taught a different season.

I ain't heartless, I'm guarded—there's a difference, trust,

When the world gets cold, you learn who you can trust,

Grey skies, black roads, I don't need a map,

I just move with the pressure and I never look back.

Hook

Grey estate, black coat, cold face,

Every corner got a camera, every road's a case,

They talk about the come-up, but they never see the base,

I was raised where the silence speak louder than grace.

My estate, no sleep, no faith,

Keep the circle tight, keep the pressure in place,

They can watch from the wings, let 'em study the pace—

I don't run from the dark, I was born in that place.

Verse 2

Postcode pressure, but I don't play the fool,

Learned the hard way: every loud mouth ain't cool,

Some boys want a title, some boys want a crown,

I just want my family safe when the sun go down.

They can post for the likes, I'm posting up quiet,

Let the work speak cold while the city stay riot,

No shortcuts, no favours, no borrowed shine,

Everything I carry got a scar behind.

I remember every door that was closed in my face,

Every "not right now" that I turned into a case,

Now the same ones that doubted wanna stand in the frame,

But I don't forget names—I just don't say names.

My estate requiem, play it low,

For the ones that never made it, for the ones that had to go,

I keep moving with their memory under my coat,

'Cause surviving is a language that the block wrote.

Bridge

They say the ends change you...

Nah—the ends reveal you.

They say don't look back...

But somebody's gotta remember.

My estate...

Still breathing.

Final Hook

My estate, black coat, cold face,

Every corner got a camera, every road's a case,

They talk about the come-up, but they never see the base,

I was raised where the silence speak louder than grace.

My estate, no sleep, no faith,

Keep the circle tight, keep the pressure in place,

They can watch from the wings, let 'em study the pace—

I don't run from the dark, I was born in that place.

Outro

My estate...

CCTV skies...

Still here...

Still cold...

Yeah.