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Roll up to Windrush,
bun a spliff like it's 01.
The fit's mad brash,
face stoic,
like a shogun.
Sunbeam on stone,
bounce back,
hit me in my eyes.
A clap rings out,
so i duck,
like it's 05.
Skater hit the deck,
now they're looking like I'm absurd.
KMT.
They don't know,
they weren't here before the G word.
I loved my town back when it was a shithole.
Reminisce in rose tints,
now that i'm a bit old,
sounds hold the memories of the way it was back then.
Hear fat bass, smell weed and pimento -
Splash 2010!
Country show,
Jay day,
that was legg-y.
Curry goat stains on white Ts,
before i was a veggie.
Now them days have all but left me.
So is it wrong to hold on,
and how much should I set free?
Take comfort knowing this the place that mek me,
and from Berlin to Bel-Air,
I stay black and Brit like Geoffrey.
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I’ve been tryna’ find a way
To make it out, they make me stay
I kill my time with weed and Wray
But somthin’ changed when I met
(YOU)
I found freedom with the hipsters
Maggys switched to Caipirinhas
She pull me aside and whispers
Something and it sounds like
(OOOW)
She aint a bitch
That's my girl bro
I used to roll in steel caps
And now I’m wearing Shell Toes
Drip like 60s Melrose
Jorge Ben Jor from girls Bose
Picnic speaker
Nothing sweeter
Living far from hell yo
But god knows that his city
Is the hottest
We were moulded by this slum
And then hardened like a pot is
Me and little bro went hard in the paint
Just a few years
And we owned all the estate
The money came freely
But the freedom it was missing
Tried to ask bro if all
This cheddar is fulfilling
He just smiled, racked a rail up
And told me that were winning
But I can see the bars
On this life that I’m living
I had to open up the gates
Of self expression
Trading in my uniform changed
More then how I’m dressing
Then I met her and love
Showed the oppression
Of a life whose meaning
Is to gain without a question
I’ve been tryna’ find a way
To make it out, they make me stay
I kill my time with weed and Wray
But somthin’ changed when I met
(YOU)
I found freedom with the hipsters
Uptown threads and Caipirinhas
She pull me aside and whispers
Something and it sounds like
(OOOW)
Zé, you need to find a girl, bro
Some realness in your life
That will keep you out of jail. Yo
I know you won’t like this
But I gotta say despite. Its
Just she wants to move away
And really I ain't gonna say no
She wants the countr’ life
Out in the sticks
Just know it's all love
I appreciate you, Shit!
‘Coz everytime the bag
Was divisible by two
The block was a trap
That wasn’t visible to you
Please…
Nah, donny you’re a dickhead
I been doing rounds like cricket
Tryna make something for us
While you’re tryna get your dick wet
Flip it, round
See, how you feel
Riding on this scooter
Collecting bill payments
While I’m chilling with some puta
Loser
Snake
Talking ‘bout you’re gonna choose her
Bené don’t press me ‘coz
I will pull my shooter!
(Zé! Bro, calma. Come on
It’s not even that deep)
I’ve been tryna’ find a way
To make it out, they make me stay
I kill my time with weed and Wray
But somthin’ changed when I met
(YOU)
I found freedom with the hipsters
Uptown threads and Caipirinhas
She pull me aside and whispers
Something and it sounds like
(OOOW)
Yooo
Life is good!
Trust me, I’ve made a change
And I’m gonna turn it round
And my future is looking bright!
I didn't even know
I could feel like this
I’m not gonna lie
Bro. Ahh!
I’m on top of the world right now
Bro, things are looking up
Trust me
And look around
Everyone is here
Everyone is getting along
This is beautiful
I love this
Like
I can't even tell you…
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They call me six
but I’m one of one
A real one, with real heart
surrounded by facsimiles
of someone else’s bloodclart
who fein personalities through hobbies and clothes
just uniforms and Soma
to pacify the proles
But I will never conform, as Huxley is my witness
when to sleep on common ground
and woke up in some village.
Now they want what’s in my head
and thing that they can buy me.
These empty husks of silver foxes
think that they can sly me!
One eight seven on an undercover agent
it’s time to weed the jailers out
and find the ones that pay them.
The path to make it out of here
has danger on the pavement
By hook or crook
or rook or knight
i’ll find the king and slay him!
Truthfully I’m disappointed by the volks adjacent.
You’re meant to be the sharpest minds
but I find you complacent
You hide the parts that made u neeks
You’re rebels quashed by favour
You sold your soul for Disneyland
This plastic echo chamber
I ruminate and why I’m here,
re-plot emancipation
And realise maybe I’m to blame
find guilt that’s lying Latent
I knew who I was dealing with
I placed myself amongst them
I took the devils hand and swayed
I helped him plan the function
Life’s Ls and Ws circle round my mind
The past Informs the future in this donut we call time.
Ouroboros teases,
says my actions are not mine.
that Me, myself and I and I’s
an archetype design.
One eight seven on an undercover agent
I peek behind the curtain
see a shadow so I chase him
Stalking through the annals
and the canals of this basement
He leads me to a cul-de-sac.
I smirk.
This fucker’s caged in.
I step into the darkness
yeah, approach this duppy
raised chin.
But all I find’s reflection
looking back at me with crazed grin
Dissonance.
I hesitate, then ball my fists and lay in.
By hook or crook
or rook or knight
I’ll find the king and slay him!
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