ICARUS WAS A YOUT FROM BRIXTON Video (MV)

My Marjae knew this brudda through her friend
In the end met in '02
Back when grime was the trend
Immigrant nigga with hopes of starting again
In the nizzy and his name Izzy least let's just pretend
And he was one of the men that would develop a habit
Cigarette fumes because the stress of life couldn't hack it
Knowin the jakes could spin his yard cos he ain't got papers
Then it progressed smokin' weed now he's got papers
Reup on the low want nobody to judge
Tilson Gardens for the bud but Mummy clocked the mud
Tried to warn his older sister out love
That the faith a nitty has ain't the same as the one that comes from above You see in ends drink and smoke was what we knew
Cos if you didn't then the ills of life f*ck with you
Reveal a cut or two or maybe even scars
Leave our problems on the ground this shit has got me flying far
Oh Lard
Times past and I'm 11 on the strip and now
There's cats and needle points where the mandem have us a kickabout
On New Park take a break and bop to Happy Shoppers
Seen a couple shottas getting grabbed by more than happy coppers
Hit the Morely's and I seen my Uncle Izzy lookin iffy
Had a roach on the ear and said he missed me
Truthfully my Marjae said we shouldn't talk
And if I see him on the street look away and keep the walk
It's really kinda funny thinkin' retrospect
Because my father was hooked on liqour he'd take it to the neck
But as long as the addiction is an accepted affliction
Then it's not the same as nitties that's okay I guess
He needed help but we turned on him like his siblings did
Ain't even care bout the squalor that he was living in
Izzy didn't mind
But there's only so long you can hide what's buildin' upBy just billin' it
My Uncle Izzy is a nitty now mad ting
You'll find him homeless in the city now mad ting
It's almost funny how quick the vice grabbed him
Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff
Psychosis the diagnosis
The family did the best Moses impression
Cah they split fam it's the mad ting
Blood is nothing I can tell by what his fam did
And if I say it I'm the villain that's the mad ting
I mourn the soul of the dreamer who just wanted to fly
The high that he chases got him crashing and falling from the sky
But this is normalcy in Lambeth so nobody cries
Until it's the funerals from hearing that somebody died
How many Izzies in my city boxing demons been labelled a heathen
And never receiving the help that they need
The shottas profit off despair from the hopeless it's peak
Went from survival of the fittest to open with greed
Sticks and stigma in Stockwell got me sticking to faith
The price of being poor is higher than minimum wage
Hardly scared of hell because we've been living in pain
I saw him scrambling for pennies this shit is insane
My uncle Izzy is a nitty now mad ting
You'll find him homeless in the city now mad ting
It's almost funny how quick the vice grabbed him
Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff