LERN FROM ME

MERVYN GRAVESON — “CRIME DON’T PAY”
Yeah…
This one’s for the young bloods in the streets…
Thinkin’ fast money lasts forever…
Listen close…
Brisbane nights, city lights, pedal to the floor,
Young king feelin’ rich, always wantin’ more,
Casino penthouse, chips stacked tall,
Strip clubs, bad girls, champagne for all.
Gold on the wrist, blacked-out rides,
Crew fulla soldiers yellin’ “ride or die”,
Phones ring nonstop, deals all night,
Never saw home ‘cause the cash felt right.
Boys at the table, bags get weighed,
Everybody loyal while the money get made,
Seven nights partyin’, no sleep, no rest,
Thought I ran the whole game, thought I was blessed.
Every pub know the name, every club show love,
Everybody sayin’ “brother”, everybody show hugs,
Till the sun came down on a cold dark dawn,
Front door exploded — whole life gone.
STATE DRUG SQUAD kickin’ through the frame,
Masked-up agents screamin’ out the name,
Face on the floor, knees in the spine,
Cold steel cuffs while ya mother cries.
Shackles on feet, ride to the station,
Photos, fingerprints, interrogation,
Then they slide paperwork onto the desk,
Statements from ya circle — every dog confessed.
Every bloke that yelled “family” folded,
Every fake soldier instantly rolled quick,
Boys wear wires when the pressure gets heavy,
Snakes in the grass when the courts get ready.
Now ya sittin’ in a cage, 18 hours locked,
Concrete walls while the whole world stops,
No casino lights, no bottles, no fame,
Just steel doors slammin’ while they call ya name.
Lawyers cost millions, barristers too,
Every dollar disappear right in front of you,
Cars get seized, houses get took,
Crown take everything written in the book.
Proceeds of crime — yeah they strip it all bare,
Same mates from the clubs?
Bro… none of ‘em there.
No commissary funds, no visits, no calls,
Just ya kids, ya blood, and the pain in the walls,
Then sentencing day — judge look cold,
All that fake king life suddenly old.
See the young boys watchin’, think crime look sweet,
Think the fast lane life mean power in the streets,
But the truth hits hard when the lights go grey,
DRUGS DESTROY LIVES — CRIME DON’T PAY.
REAL MEN WORK hard every day,
Come home to their kids in an honest way,
Not trapped in a cell with regret and rage,
Watchin’ life disappear in a prison cage.
My name MERVYN GRAVESON — hear me clear,
I lived that road, that smoke, that fear,
The money ain’t freedom, the hype ain’t real,
One raid later watch the whole world peel.
So to the young generation — stay smart, stay strong,
Don’t follow fake kings down a road that’s wrong,
Build ya future legit, stand tall with pride,
‘Cause prison ain’t gangster when ya locked inside.
CRIME DON’T PAY.
DRUGS DESTROY YOU.
REAL MEN WORK HARD EVERY DAY.
That’s the truth.

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