12 Shots Video (MV)

Man I thought I was finished
The revolver they spin it
Nearly blew out my kidneys
Why you standing up over there taking whole lot of image
Nearly faint from the image
All the blood that is spilling
I felt cold I was chilling
I can't see losing vision
Shit I'm losing my feelings
I looked up and I see him
Jesus face in the ceiling
Don't want nobody grieving
I am not ready lord give me a minute to reason
My grown son I ain't seen him
As a boy he went England where it's cold and it's freezing
Man I'm dying to see him
I'm not dying this evening
An I pray that he's winning
Don't bring that poverty with him
He used to run when I see him
Like he sensed all my demons
I am no longer villain
Gonna stop all the killing
Done countless robberies and stealing's
I was the done I call meetings
Felt untouchable till when
Took them bullets that weekend
Pistol pull and repeating
Caught me lacking on the ends
Dadda
Come back dadda
Dadda come back
I love you dadda
I love you dadda
Without a daddy I was grown daddy why you gone
Mummys all alone had to grow me on her own
Daddy's on the road never gave his son a bone
Fatherhood condone mummy had to play that role
Let me crack a one Guinness
Bout to reveal my business
Gun cracking drug packing
Was my dadda's big business
Was the Don of his village
Hella jacking no lacking
Fulla thugs and their strapping kept hearing he was the illest
As I stepped through the village
People crowding up windows
All that pointing and chatting
Had me thinking their scheming
Hella greetings and meetings
Can't explain how I'm feeling like what the f*** am I seeing
Dad where the f*** have you been
Dad where the f*** have you been
Ohh
I'll never leave my likkle yute
In the ghetto this ain't nutn new ohh
Mumma raised her child on her ones
So you'll always be number one
Come back dadda
Dadda come back
I love you dadda
Dadda