Look its funny how the city where the Queen sleeps
Still ain’t got clean streets
But there ain’t a day when she ain’t got clean sheets
Homeless people roam with needles and
You’ve got to pay tax to afford a vehicle
Tube fare doubles up every two years
And the buses upstairs are a no go area
Man are like ‘Pass me your mobile, here me now’
And with the crunch of the credit
You can’t get a roof over your head
You’re stuck in the debit
But every single month they come for the debit
Direct action, if you don’t play they
Dive and snatch things and it don’t say that
Now equipped fear ‘cause a victim of inflation
The black letters turned red and they been patient
And now six years rent has just been wasted
I’m from a city where the rain won’t cease
Pollution in the air matches that on the street
The black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
I was a country boy when I moved out
Grew up too fast for my family to find out
Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives
Can’t resort to arrogance with white lies
This city won’t erase me
But I can’t help to see how this dark city changed me
It’s all the same see, music is my life, but
Now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North, South, East, West, London’s my home now
Knees weak, but we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly
And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me
Still ain’t got clean streets
But there ain’t a day when she ain’t got clean sheets
Homeless people roam with needles and
You’ve got to pay tax to afford a vehicle
Tube fare doubles up every two years
And the buses upstairs are a no go area
Man are like ‘Pass me your mobile, here me now’
And with the crunch of the credit
You can’t get a roof over your head
You’re stuck in the debit
But every single month they come for the debit
Direct action, if you don’t play they
Dive and snatch things and it don’t say that
Now equipped fear ‘cause a victim of inflation
The black letters turned red and they been patient
And now six years rent has just been wasted
I’m from a city where the rain won’t cease
Pollution in the air matches that on the street
The black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
I was a country boy when I moved out
Grew up too fast for my family to find out
Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives
Can’t resort to arrogance with white lies
This city won’t erase me
But I can’t help to see how this dark city changed me
It’s all the same see, music is my life, but
Now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North, South, East, West, London’s my home now
Knees weak, but we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly
And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me
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