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