| Imagine an island where the party never ends
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| Where it’s less about money and it’s more about friends
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| Where the vibes can’t done
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| It’s less about fundin' and and more about fun
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| Tropical sun, this life in the '60s comin' from the Caribbean
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| You know Ian, Delroy, Vivian, Winston
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| Who got drafted to England
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| Windrush babies from Kingston to Brixton
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| To say they’re the life of the party, you’re wrong
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| My Jamaicans the entire party, you can’t see?
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| Big Notting Hill carni, you can’t see?
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| And the ride’s fiber glass, G, you wan' see?
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| Imagine a place where you raise your kids
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| The only place you live says you ain’t a Brit
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| They’re deportin' our people and it makes me sick
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| 'Cause they was broken by the country that they came to fix
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| It’s like
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| They came on the invitation of the British Government
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| The passports were stacked indefinitely to remain
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| But for some who were children then, that was a false promise
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| «Thirty-seven years of paying taxes and I got a letter saying I was an illegal
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| immigrant
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| I came here to England at the age of ten and I’ve lived here all my life»
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| Look, imagine a world that’s flawed and full of evil
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| Where dictators and leaders are persecutin' your people
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| The bodies of the innocence are pilin' to the steeples
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| The ironic part is they’re preyin' on the feeble
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| That’s life in the 90's, you’re Eastern European
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| And you seein' people dyin' 'cause they’re fightin' for their freedom
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| And show you violence for havin' a voice
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| You move out with your kids in hope of havin' a choice
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| Life throws you a spanner, you can’t handle the pain
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| So you gamble and you drink and then you gamble again
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| You argue with your wife and then you sleep on the couch
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| You hit your children, then start freezin' 'em out
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| You try and work things out, but it’s never the same
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| All the women in your household are livin' afraid
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| When you look into the mirror you’re reminded again
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| That you’ve become the dictator you were fightin' against
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| It’s like
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| We’re fightin' for our rights, for all our mothers…
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| And then we, we… we are fighting for our homes…
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| We are fighting for our own…
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| Look, imagine a world that’s fucked and untrue
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| Where the many pay a price for the few
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| And every day the sun rises a little later
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| That’s how it is when your oppressor is your liberator
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| 'Cause right now livin' in the Middle East
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| Praise Allah for the peace
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| Death from a sky littered with stars
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| You run away with your kids so you can give them a chance
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| But your asylum has got you in a different war
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| Because the British wanna know what you’re livin' here for
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| We rely on migration more than ever before
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| They’re key workers, but they couldn’t even get in the door
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| When you’re at Heaven’s Gates, what you tellin' the Lord?
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| You wouldn’t even let a kid into some steadier shores
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| That’s a life they may never afford
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| Surely you would wanna give your people chances that were better than yours?
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| No?
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| Ten years of conflict, and twelve-thousand children have been killed or injured
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| The children here are just a tiny fraction of the estimated six-million in need
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| of emergency medical asisstance
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| As many of three-million no longer in their own homes
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| With up to two-million children attend school
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| The opportunities of this generation have been changed forever by this conflict
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| I went to silence when I need to who the, who the fuck I was, bro
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| Like, I won’t hear anyone else, shut everyone else out
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| So I could just hear myself, bro
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Cause we live in this world, yeah
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| You stand still, the way the tides set up
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| It will take you away from yourself, you feel me?
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| So then I was like «Aight, cool»
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| But, I had to get silent, but it’s not like mans goin' against the tide
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| 'Cause goin' against the tide still makes it about them
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| Still makes it about the poison that you’ve eternalized in your mind,
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| you feel me?
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| It’s like «Bro, why am I in this water?
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| Man, this water don’t even like me, it’s not even for me
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| It’s not takin' me where I wanna go, it’s not takin' me where I wanna go
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| It’s who the fuck I am, bro, you know I’m sayin'?
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| So the tide will tell me that bein' black is an obstacle
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| See what I’m sayin'?
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| I had to, switch Rivers, bro
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| It’s like bein' black is an asset
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| I am who I am because I’m black
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| And I love everything about it, you feel me?
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| And that’s who the fuck I am |