| Still here, still grinding
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| Hustling and striving
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| In these dark times, these dark
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| Minds I’m a diamond
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| Big Ben is still chiming
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| They don’t wanna see us smiling
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| They wanna keep us grimey
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| But my politics still lively
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| Still here amongst the sirens
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| Thunder claps and violence down
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| Dust in lane I’m scribing
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| No visits from your Highness
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| Still here my dear despite
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| The prophecies of seers
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| Smashed to pieces on the pier
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| Put myself back like IKEA
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| Still here amongst the brass
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| Garments washed in starch
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| London wind is biting harsh
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| Shiver my thin moustache
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| I’m crude but not into crass
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| Willing and able and up to the task
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| They go low we go high it’s a fact
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| They go low we go high like tax
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| Still here and cool
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| Still here like Queen Kasoon
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| J life leaves and ooh
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| Old school, like tomatoes too, ooh
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| Stood on the shoulders of greats
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| In my hands my own faith
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| Make my enemies eat the cake
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| Cry me a river, cry me a lake
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| Still here God willing
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| Old rebels still revelling
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| Calm inside the kettling
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| Calm though times unsettling
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| Too dark a mind to settle it
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| Don’t want the beef that I’m serving
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| Feline amongst these vermin
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| Black and proud and determined
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| Jump in the war left in this ditch
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| Ate with a priest drive with a witch
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| Man’s a 9th degree
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| Heartbreak wherever my flag is pitched
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| Cutting my hunger for fine things
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| Learning the lesson that time brings
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| Acquired this taste for London Pride
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| Spread my wings in these noxious skies
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| In these streets, these streets where foxes hide
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| I’m not yet old and I’m so wise
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| I take this strife in my stride
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| I must admit, it’s tough at times
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| But most don’t like it, I dive in
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| This never never never never
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| Ending pressure piling on
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| I’m still here still unruly
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| All sound and all fury
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| All frown and all fury
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| All gas and all fury
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| No peers, no jury
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| Burn UKIP, fuck the Tories
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| Fuck the fascists, end of story
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| Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em truly
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| Call me a roach, 'cause I’m resilient
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| I’m born strong, the son of an immigrant
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| Struggling element
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| And I’ll be here
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| I’ll be here when your cities are sediment
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| And only your borders and fences are left
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| I’ll be here when your banks stop selling debt
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| And all your leaders stop selling death
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| And you’ve lost all relevance
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| In the corner with your pen and paper
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| Scribing your last will and testament
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| I’m still here
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| I’m still here
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| I’m still here
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| I’m still here
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| Man still here
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| I’m still here
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| I’m still here
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| Done now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Queen Is Ada Eastman , by - Sons Of Kemet. Song from the album Your Queen Is A Reptile, in the genre Современный джаз