Lyrics West End Story - Dub Pistols, Akala, Dan Bowskill

West End Story

Oh West End Story
Yo!
Yo!
What is the cost of freedom, and who pays it?
Is the world not one big slave ship?
Where some still whipped and stripped naked
Or your freedom is written in your pay slip
First world rank but so called the third world fight is still right in front of
our eyes
Where most of humanity
Lives in abject poverty active by design
Is that not insanity?
Even here in Britain it ain’t so great the living
So the kids will stick the kid from all the city politicians keep bitchin'
As if it’s not their mates that
Are making the weapons
That are doing all the killing
No we ain’t saying a thing
We’re too busy blinging
But who pays the cheque
With the tune that we are singing
And some say I preach fine
Other say I teach
But my rhymes I do leave
I speak from my mind!
You gotta know this ain’t no west end story
And the youth don’t mind if it should get a little gory
'Cause all they want to know is
What you do you have for me?
Don’t you know, don’t you know?
This ain’t no west end story!
It’s real life, listen!
Yo!
Yo!
I’m as lost as you, as confused and abused
So, please don’t put me on any kind of pedestals
An egotistical arrogant dickhead
When I’m ready I’m working on it
But I don’t think It’s getting any better
There is love in my heart
And I’m trying to spread it out
Still fighting notcto punch the sarcastic in the mouth
I ain’t got a clue what’s beyond the grave
I do know we behave in strangest ways
Where murder and rape is how we get paid
But we love our kids and we got to look them in the face
So we tell ourselves whatever we think
Will justify our habits
But no… we can’t go in living inside this palace
Surrounded by the squallor, we worshiping the dollar'
And characterised brutalised as the robber
Where the robber is honoured
And kids are cannon fodder.
There is no flag that’s large enough to wrap around the horror
Robber is honoured
The kids are cannon fodder …
And there is no flag that’s large enough to wrap around the horror
Where the robber is honoured.
The kids are cannon fodder…
There is no flag that’s large enough to wrap around and cover
You gotta know this ain’t no west end story
And thecyouth don’t mind if it should get a little gory
'Cause all they want to know is
What you do you have for me?
Don’t you know, don’t you know?
This ain’t no west end story!
It’s real life, listen!
(No, no, yeh, yeh
No west end story
No, no, yeh, yeh
Can you see now?
Can you see?
Yeh, yeh, yeh)