Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Track 2, artist - Skepta. Date of issue: 01.12.2012
Song language: English
Track 2 |
| As the days keep turning |
| As the world keeps burning |
| As my soul keeps learning |
| Tears fall from the castles around my heart |
| My teacher told me I’m a side man, I told her to remember me |
| Now they wanna email me, asking if I can talk to the kids in assembly |
| Now man are selling out Wembley |
| Now man are twenty first century |
| Statistics say I should be dead or in jail |
| But shit ain’t the way that it’s meant to be |
| Breaking the cycle |
| They wish I was trapped in the system |
| A 6 foot tall black guy like me |
| That would’ve been a wrap in an instant |
| That’s why I gotta speak my mind, I’mma say how it is and I never say sorry |
| Keep my mouth shut like Winston and Tracy fam — over my dead body |
| As the days keep turning |
| As the world keeps burning |
| As my soul keeps learning |
| Tears fall from the castles around my heart |
| As the days keep turning |
| As the world keeps burning |
| As my soul keeps learning |
| Tears fall from the castles around my heart |
| Too much TV, too many newspapers got a nigga thinking evil |
| Got me thinking I’m looking at my enemy when I’m looking at my own people |
| Notice when a white man looks at my watch I think he’s trying to pay me a |
| compliment |
| When a black man looks at my watch I think he’s trying to knock my confidence |
| (mad) |
| I was in Amsterdam smoking blue cheese and I had an epiphany |
| All these negative preconceptions just bring more negativity |
| Instead of investing in new businesses they buy new artillery |
| Everybody in the hood wants to spray a 16 and I don’t mean lyrically |
| Underdog psychosis spreading around in the hood like flu |
| Security guards follow me around like I ain’t got £2 to pay for my juice |
| Now all this bullshit got me smoking this stupid zoot |
| Tell Boris he’s lucky that I made it rapping or I would’ve been looting too |
| Niggas ain’t got GCSEs still don’t wanna work for a minimum wage |
| These days man will murder a man for a box of grade |
| Every time the .38 barrel spins Martin Luther turns in the grave |
| It’s real life, no computer game, we’re living in the streets of rage |
| As the days keep turning |
| As the world keeps burning |
| As my soul keeps learning |
| Tears fall from the castles around my heart |