Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Community Outcast, artist - Devlin. Album song bud, sweat & beers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Community Outcast |
I represent for the homeless, |
Let down by a nation, |
More interested in war in this nation, |
When children are sleeping at railway stations. |
No home or money, |
They wish they could call their mummy to put a hot meal in their tummy, |
So at night when the temperature drops, |
I’m asking you to remember what you got, |
These kids go home to a cardboard box, |
They’re the soul survivors, |
Warming their hands with a flick and a flame in their lighters, |
All their life they’ve been frightened. |
On the streets with their head down, |
Knowing deep inside that they’ve really been let down, |
By a country that’s crippled, |
And I thought mankind was supposed to be civil. |
I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left in the streets where it’s evil, |
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles. |
Yea I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left on the streets where it’s evil, |
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble. |
I represent single Mums, |
All alone on their own trying to put food in the mouths of her two sons, |
And the fathers gone, there’s no cash flow, lack of income, |
But that’s just the way it is, |
She counts fifteen needles pushing her pram on the way to the lift, |
And this is where Blair said it’s safe to live and raise kids. |
She finds her way out of the block, |
With two kids in a pram and a rip and a stain in her top, |
She goes to sign on just to maintain the little she’s got, |
For her kids sake, |
But they’ll never seen a decent life, |
But they can dream and they’ll sleep tonight, |
They’ve been hung out and left to dry, |
The kids are in bed, Mums left to cry. |
I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left in the streets where it’s evil, |
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles. |
Yea I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left on the streets where it’s evil, |
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble. |
I represent for the old folk, that live alone, |
No family or kids at home, |
And all he wants is someone to speak to but nobody rings the phone. |
Sits at home in the dark, no electric, |
Since his wife passed, he can’t accept it, |
He feels isolated, neglected, |
And now his council flats infested, |
So he goes to the shop for his papers, |
With a stick and he falls in the mud, |
The people around him all pulled him up, |
But to him that’s just a reminder, |
He’s old and he’s weak with no one to love. |
He sees clouds up above, |
Another bad day in the diary, |
An old man by the many, |
Killed by society, strangled quietly. |
I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left in the streets where it’s evil, |
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles. |
Yea I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left on the streets where it’s evil, |
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble. |
I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left in the streets where it’s evil, |
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin needles. |
Yea I represent for the people, |
Let down by a nation, |
And left on the streets where it’s evil, |
Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble. |