Lyrics:
Today should be a time of grand celebration
My first council occasion, my job placement
Today marks the first of three
Ceremonies that signify
Otumfour na be fre first
Ofre a na watu wo fo
De asi bia no gye tum fa no saa yepe asomdwoe ghanaman ye sombo
Afei chief imam betwa wo call...
Owie a british
Tension rising
British youth
At the bottom
Accepted by none
Rise up, riot
British youth
Too much pressure that was the truth
A forgotten generation that
a traitor.
She’s an understudy
But she don’t see you like that.
And British Columbia, the great northwest, it called you home.
Your gentle humor’s fading
Same old story, the world around
We’re all getting priced out of our own towns
Discarded youth fend for yourself
Coz those on top won’t share
zones,
We got white van man, and British pork,
And some people so thick they can't even talk.
Nothing ever really happens around here [x3]
Just smoking,
Me's a ghetto youth
Me come from straight dung ina the ghetto
Seen, Rockfort, Warica
Seen, Matches Lane
Jungle Heights
All I and I are one.
Me
Get yours and watch me get mine
Verse 1:
They say we the animals
That need to be locked in
But do it so causual
When they take our profit
Youths
fountain (One)
One-hundreds on a outin' (One)
Now I'm dodgin' my accountant (One)
Middle finger to the council (One)
Why they didn't do rehousin'? (One)
getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
I want to live
I want to live
But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
There's
hours passed his dad returned from work
In the city centre of Wen Kroy as a civil servant
To the council of 5 who govern the realm
Made up of each
they beat the british at the battle of Ilsawanda.
British had muskets and artillery,
But all the zulu had were their ilkwa and their shields called
the British disease
The inbred snobbery
The patriot law
Violence and robbery
The state declares war
The youth of today with a broken voice
Have got
misjudged Challis and entrusted his
people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind
wandered to his own younger days. He too had been
restless
As a fresh-faced youth, I introduce, you to Cheshire’s ugly son
A run-down sleepy town found in northern England’s where I’m from
Located upon
too badmind my youth yo too badmind
Yes yo dis the man that walketh not
In the council of the ungodly
Oil and powder nuh badder than mi
Dem a dash oil
A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools
Without them disorder,
I come from nothing They say
Hailed from a world Without silver spoon
Diamonds or pearls
Just humble beginnings
In a small
Council house
But please
Thank you, Richy
Out my way
Blind, youth, pretty bitch, lying to my face
Breaking bad, bitch, gone get it anyway
Day by day, breaking bad, bitch,
You look like a robot and you don't speak with any life
It feels to me like any guy in press could've said them lines
Imagine going to the council for
rebel
Dress back jump back, this is a bluebeat attack
'Cause it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with the guns
The British Army is waiting out there
got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'cause it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army
back jump back, this is a bluebeat attack
'Cause it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with the guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs
Youths are not following council no more
And our government spending all money on armoury
Plus intelligence and yet no security
Stark naked appearance our
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