Memories

My life story too real for an interview
Felt like the odd one out since a little yout
I was born in Barnsley, long way from Karachi
My mum's Pakistani
My dad was a revert from Liverpool
Married my mother and had two kids
Truth is, mum said you never used to do shit
Brought her sons back to London
Mum was born in Clapham
When I changed school I still
Had a Yorkshire accent
Two hundred mile drive down to Lambeth bro
Grew up in Nana's house off of Palace Road
Was a little child, didn't know Dad was ghost
Years passed and we lost touch
I still had some hope
Me and my brother used to
Sneak out of home alonе roam the roads
Had a pager then bеfore mobile phones
Deep down I was a good kid
But look at what the hood did

Story of my life, no dad was there
Mummy I rate you
It was cold outside when granddad died
I feel the pain too memories, cemeteries
We will never forget you
Hope you rest in peace

Let me get my facts straight
As I write my history
My Nana left Pakistan in the 1950's
When there was still racist signs in Bricky
Two years later he brang over
His wife and pickney
He had two sons, three daughters, one died
His whole life he had one woman, one wife
Naani died of cancer just before I was two
Used to love my Nana's cooking
Always frying food he'd always cook koftas
By now I was a couple foot taller
Tryna be a footballer
By now my mum had got her own place
She wanted me at home safe but
I was on the roads late south of the bridge
Nana moved in our house for a bit
Took me Lahore in 2006
Then he moved to Nottingham
Lived longer than a lot of men
Died at 94, I bought these flowers for him

Story of my life, no dad was there
Mummy I rate you
It was cold outside when granddad died
I feel the pain too memories, cemeteries
We will never forget you
Hope you rest in peace