| Yeah, I was born in Stoke Newington, Stokey for most of these
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| Where concrete is over trees and all dreams get cut and bleed
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| Walking free, when I was young I used to duck and weave
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| Playing up in Clissold Park and laughing in that London breeze
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| '93, I was a three year old with many schemes
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| Dreamed of playing football skills of Arsenal just like Henry
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| Sticker books remember wrestling the Undertaker I was phased
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| Used to idolize when he gave you a break-up
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| I was in a nursery making story cakes, fell in love
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| For the first time I remember days
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| When I was bullied, beat up weekly, kicked and slapped away
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| Clutching on the monkey bars, hoping they’d all go away
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| Loved them city sounds and sirens in the dark at night
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| Helicopters fly above my head, I’d never get a fright
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| loved them early days, living in that constant noise
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| Bustle in my ear was like music to this little boy
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Yeah, we don’t know
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| July '94, we packed it up and closed the door
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| Even note was now just an image that we turned and saw
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| What we left behind, my friends, my cousins, relatives
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| My birthplace, my first taste of how to live and how to give
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| Hackney down’s playin' fuses the memories
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| Sittin' on the boat, crying that was all that’s meant to be
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| I was scared of startin' school again with some being rude again
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| Beat me up and treat me like a fool again.
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| The green emerald a thousand welcomes negative,
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| Growin' up a constant outsider never settled quick
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| Settling was hard when you’re treated like a lump of shit
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| Saying you were black and tan and come for what you fucking did
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| But I never did nothing, told 'em that so many times
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| Got in scuffles screamed out loud sayin' shit like they were right
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| I hate that history, I hate that Union Jack
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| I’ll never speak for any man or any flag
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Yeah, we don’t know
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| Sittin' back, staring through the haze of that road on that beaten track
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| Sittin' back, staring through the haze of that road on that beaten track
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| It was like I’m in a beast of a lion and me peacefully dying
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| I had no friends I could ever rely on
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| I was sittin' back, watchin' through the haze of that road on that beaten track
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| But keeping that evil intact
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| I put the beat to track
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| Found freedom, found out
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| I could be myself, I’ll find my world through my roots back
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| I never wanted to adapt or in fact take an action over night
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| That for years they told me «Fuck facts»
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Yeah, we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
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| And we don’t know
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| Yeah, we don’t know |