Black Boys (Remix Three)

[Verse 1: Bashy] Yo, Black boys, Black boys, yeah, we're all Black boys I can't stop screaming it I could have left my version and done, took the glory I said "nah, I'm not leaving it" It's bigger than just having me on it, 'cause We need the whole scene on it So if you ain't done a version, send me your email I'll send you the beat so you can breathe on it Black boys are achieving tings All around the world back to Stevenage Take a page from their book, start reading it Put this track on repeat, start beating it Start feeling it, Black boys, it's our time It's not a drеam, believe in it I wrotе "Black Boys" because we needed it This is deep shit, guess who I brought for the remix? [Verse 2: J2K] Look, I don't really care what anybody says, us man set it We boys rule the world, no credit Set so many standards, look, bet your life on it Look around and see what's popping Nah, no CD or TV We put our own twist on it, you feel me? Then push it all on the telly Then watch the whole world follow us man, it's easy Look, from a place called have-not Where we make do with the space that we have got There's no handouts here on the Black lot So we ain't scared to say shit [?] Confidence is a mother- But the confidence instilled in my brothers Is unparalleled with, with nobody else So you can blame our Black mothers But on a real, though, we ain't all criminals Don't all think with our fists and our genitals We're all proud men, so forgive us When we feel like say we've seen and we've said it all Could be different, though, if they kept to their promise A couple acres and a couple mules But until then, I will just keep tipping my hat For them boys who became men [Verse 3: Sincere] I was raised on the roads where the youts have got no fear Let the ting buss and they don't care Who they hit, all they want is food and a whip (what else?) Jewels and a new chick, and they hype when their friend gets a new stick Get clapped in front of your mumzy's, roads are too sick We need to respect ourselves and Show some respect for ourselves Show respect to those that went before me 'Cause I know that I'm next myself Kano, Dizzee, Mega as well 'Cause if they can do it, we can do it as well They were Black boys too who were told they would fail But they took it to the stage instead of to the cells And they still got the whips and the girls as well 'Cause we're much more than road and food and scales Look out for ourselves, 'cause the government, well... They look out for their own kind So I look out for my own kind Sky's the limit, Black boys, let's shine Sky's the limit, Black boys, let's shine Sky's the limit, Black boys, let's shine Like the sun that sits in the sky [Verse 4: Big Narstie] Black magic, black cars, black celebrities, black stars Success is ours Introducing the nation what brought you hip-hop Kunta Kinte's got shit locked Narstie Narst, Black boy, Black Power We've got a month but hey, we need a day and an hour Shah, this beat is banging Hello hi Still, it's a negative time You'll find there's a lot of Black-on-Black crime Funds low, guns blow, black-on-black nines Who's gonna help these Black-on-Black minds? And still I sit on the back of the bus, fam I've got Rosa Parks fever I'ma take the game by any means (yes, sir) And I still get judged by the colour of my skin Instead of the content from my character Too much shottas, fam There's not enough barristers Yo, they fooled my people They made us feel like we're the enemy But have you forgotten? No dogs, no Blacks, no Irish [Verse 5: Stylah] Oi, yeah, you can be a track athlete You can fling on an England shirt and back that team If you're banging in goals, man, they love it You're British like bangers and mash and tea But when you're in the bank tryna cash that P All they're thinking is "that Black teef" When every Black boy tryna get a black taxi You're just [?] living in Britain, it's that, that deep We fought for this country Been through two world wars for this country, I mourn for this country And granddads' blood poured for this country Still they wanna call us a monkey? I might have to catch that train, don't believe the media Oh, child, it's gonna get easier My bredrins are telling me "Tell them, Styles You're a Black boy, walk with your head held high" [Chorus: Bashy] 'Cause we're all Black boys, Black boys, yeah we're all Black boys And one day we're gonna be Black men And one day we might have Black boys And we gotta teach them to be Black men Black boys, Black boys, yeah we're all Black boys And one day we're gonna be Black men And one day we might have Black boys And we gotta teach them to be Black men [Post-Chorus: Loick Essien] Ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Ooh, child Things will get brighter Ooh, child Things are gonna get easier Ooh, child Things will get brighter