| I’m from where we have little respect for the law
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| And even less for rich people that pretend to be poor
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| Cold blooded hold grudges settle our scores
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| Live low budget commit benefit fraud
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| No justice, I perish the thought
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| Fuck weapons of war, chose the pen instead of the sword
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| Try and relate, we’re forced to acquire a taste
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| For food past expiry dates
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| (Who's deciding my fate?) Will I rise to where messiah awaits?
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| Or plunge into hell’s fiery lakes
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| They fight to the death, stay bad to the bone
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| Turn the price on your head to a tag on your toe
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| Live and direct, never watered down
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| I’m living life on the edge ‘till someone talks me down
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| Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks
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| Stuck in London’s underbelly fighting for scraps
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| This is where we live, this is where we die
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| This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better)
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| This is where we dream, this is where work
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| This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let’s come together)
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| A place where silent nights are nonexistent
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| Life of crime violent fights and constant killings
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| Making right and wrong decisions
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| If it’s a free country, why do I feel trapped by the cost of living?
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| I’m between a nine to five and writing rhymes
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| You gotta take what you want or get what you’re given
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| A loss of vision from things shining bright
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| Is what your blinded by and listen
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| Cos everything that glitters ain’t gold
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| And ain’t no turning back coz life is like a one way road
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| We’re seen differently through the eye of big brother
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| Though we all bleed red despite the skin colour
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| I feel like I’m fucked 'till my times up
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| Cos reality bites and life sucks
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| Blood, we’re in a trap and gonna get the fuck out somehow
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| Ask my boy Keedo — he know
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| This is where we live, this is where we die
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| This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better)
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| This is where we dream, this is where work
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| This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let’s come together)
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| This is London where the devil never calls in advance
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| Life’s a journey — I’m just walking the path
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| Growing up I learned some big lessons
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| With weapons lives come to swift ends in split seconds
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| Best believe, we ain’t playing happy families
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| At times my yard’s descended into savage anarchy
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| Most lack morality
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| Money ain’t the root of all evil its people’s selfish rationality
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| One love to my brothers in arms
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| And those struggling past on government grants
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| We’re all exactly the same
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| We battle in vain like blood cells fighting off cancerous plague
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| Rogues roaming on road holding loaded revolvers
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| So I got my eyes open looking over my shoulder
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| Morals dissolve in the crack smoke
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| This is London — where blood runs colder than cash flow
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| This is where we live, this is where we die
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| This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better)
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| This is where we dream, this is where work
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| This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let’s come together) |