VERSE ONE:
i do dis for my people dodging the coppers
i do dis for my block -i do dis fa the shotters
i do dis for single mothers, struggling ta bring there sons up
i do dis for the slums man a tryna get there funds up
an come unstuck get stuck n the slums blud,
no where to run but ya mind so we bun bud
the slums is a dungeon, fulla wrong n's
machetes, cs gas, straps n stun guns
from London t Edinburgh, we heading for the
civil war soon come now t every borough
nothing lasts forever, everything has got to vanish
humanity's at war wit it self all across the planet
we lost the roots,-we lost our path
we forgot the truth,-we forgot the past
shocking lad, how we living now is proppa sad
i do dis for the kids in Britain aint got a dad
VESRE 2:
i do dis for my people struggling day ta day
hustling for paper mate where all tryin ta make the papes
fuck basic wages, im not a slave to the pay slips
i see the world for what it is somehting like the matrix
there no changing dis, as long as there's poverty
n police policy stays fulla proppa bollax an we
brutalised horribly by coppers that are on the beat
there's no apology for the hundreds that die in custody
country's a company's its all about revenue
they sending you, to private prisons when they sentence you
there looking after there own where jus the residue
the riots where nothing but a glimpse of what we heading too
something's got ta change, something's got to give
sipping fosters kid, feel alone like a foster kid
not a pot to piss in lost a grip on life, it slipped away
i do dis for my people who know what it is to live in pain