There are lots of signs in life 

Some that you may not like 

You could be livin this minute  

The next minute you're gone away 

So hold up your hands my brothers 

And be conscious my sisters 

And by your worst, you will get paid 



True, you can move food on the street 

Did a bitta that, got bored of that 

Didn't move the brown or the crack 

Use to pick up for the fact 

I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that 

Stack to buy out the stores n that 

Didn't give a shit about loads of that 

But I did give a shit about getting locked up 

Or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about 4 for that 

Crap, you aint so rich now 

I bet you feel like a prick now 

Coz where's all your fancy shit now 

Where's your whips, chicks and your bits now 

Shit, you should have fixed up 

Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up 

And it was all for the big bucks 

Now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups 

Look I told you this shit's fucked 

The ghetto lifestyle's too much 

If I bust, be proud of me 

You can't take it out of me 

So im a bit stuck 

But, I got too much to lose now 

Love my life, and I don't wanna lose out 

Im still about, Im home sweet home 

In the ends, like I don't wanna move out 

Im too bad 



There are lots of signs in life 

Some that you may not like 

You could be livin this minute  

The next minute you're gone away 

So hold up your hands my brothers 

And be conscious my sisters 

And by your worst, you will get paid 



Look, you can do moves on the street 

Id rather spit bars on the beat 

Id rather that than nick cars every week 

But jack is when I split scars with the heat 

So Im solo like the guitars and the beat 

But this rhyming shit is for me 

I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this 

And I've even writ bars in my sleep 

But I aint on hype, I've had enough phase 

Ghetto's probably inside, hope he bust K's 

That undergrounds like roll this, a tough race 

You can be living this minute, then gone again like mum you was right 

And I was wrong again 

But Im strong again 

Still moved on again 

Ten more minutes and I writ another song again 

If I can do it, you can im a true fan 

Up and coming MC's big up you man 

The doors open but I aint through man 

Im'a ball through like a cue dan 

Watch me, aint gonna let no-one stop me 

UK im gonna break you properly 

And If you aint gonna watch me do that, move back 

Who's that? K-A  I knew that 

And I know its not easy, and I know what you're feeling 

Just believe me 



There are lots of signs in life 

Some that you may not like 

You could be livin this minute  

The next minute you're gone away 

So hold up your hands my brothers 

And be conscious my sisters 

And by your worst, you will get paid 



there are lots of signs in life

some that you may not like

you could be living this minute



I fear my safety, I fear im bait, but I cant put my skills to waste 

Because if you're living by the gun you surely will get blazed 

I still gon' blaze, refuse to smoke my life away 

Refuse to die before I try then put the mic away 

This life of K, is just one big hype for praise 

Right, night, record then start to write okay 

But Im just saying, back on hype of Kane 

But only Im to blame 

Today I saw the signs that came, and it's got a good look 

But that's life they say, crime pays 

And Ill stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay 

But grime aint making me mill's 

So Im picking up a 9 today 

And spittin' aint getting me deals 

But this shits just getting real 



There are lots of signs in life 

Some that you may not like 

You could be livin this minute  

The next minute you're gone away 

So hold up your hands my brothers 

And be conscious my sisters 

And by your worst, you will get paid 



there are lots of sugns in life

some that you may not like

you could be living this minute

the next minute your gone away

so hold up your hands my brothers

and be conscious my sisters

and by worst, you will get paid