Bars for a track i've gotta go record asap (you know when you find old stuff on your hard-drive!?!?) anyways, without further adieu, Bang! here it is, no chorus, Hip Hop ting...
Dad is an addict, but this ain't the corner, made it middle of the road, refused to fall shorter.
Black magic, survivals a force of habit, swear down, i'm on the way up like attic,or chimney.
Simperly (simply) keep at it, keep moving, can't afford to fall static,white noise, traffic, you lot can jam, i've gotta have it.
We can all raise a toast, and get glasses clanging, when a sandwich is food, instead of a yout's sad wish, just another day of hunger pains away, from an unsang ditch, madness.
I'm told 'ignorance is bliss', that's not true, what if I told you, ignorance kills kids, R.I.P to baby P, it's crazy deep, Kids A to O probably died in 3rd world countries.
More than aid is owed for our luxuries, I can't be comfortable, if someone has to suffer me, analyse it properly, we 'the west' put the con in economy.
Here's the story of the world, the 1st claimed god, the 3rd they named dog, hence property to be fenced properly, with debt as lock and key.
Watch what's with out apology, Mona Lisa smile at this game of Monopoly, greed is the seed of authority, so such systems grow horribly.
Fam i'll be anarchy til they drop bombs on me, monarchy? nah fam call none majesty. Not even Haile, though I rate him highly.
I'm part of a tapestry, that runs naturally from here and now, to the steps of the 1st.
Even though blessed is birth, this religion ting requires subscription, cos they know what god is worth, to be sold not told, revenue not redemption.
Dunno where we're heading, but as long as my head is, filled with knowledge, even if its against all odds, phil collins genesis, i'm repping it, i'm on it.
No drama no glory, til the day we can say, Sing! Sing!! Sing!!! and rejoice at our story.
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