Conundrum (Unplugged)

Well, I grew up in the land of the sinners Home of the brave, bold, and the winners Oh, what I'd do to go back to winter 05 Chicken chips for a dinner You drive about with your mates in the ringer You're selling weed to make your pocket money bigger The Old Bill are always locking up my niggas The white boys nicking bikes to make figures Yep, growing up in East London, sunny East London Charting eggs at the corner of the junction, corner of the junction Running from the Old Bill and the junctions, no, we don't trust 'em Yo, growing up in East London, that's what I'm talking about On the corner and waiting for conundrums Every day, every day was a laugh The lads jumping in the docks for a bath All nighters in the blocks at the weekend We live once, who cares about sleeping? We used to huddle 'cause we didn't have heating I left my mum's, I was tired of the beatings We miss Tommy, all of us are still grieving Can't wait for the day we meet him Jump on a train down to Southend 25 Young men all at their wits end We're all in it for the love of shenanigans In PRU units and anger management It was 40 pence for a bus Still, the lads jump on the back with no fuss We're jogging home to get changed To kick the football about in the cage, yeah Growing up in East London, sunny East London Charting eggs at the corner of the junction, corner of the junction Running from the Old Bill and the junctions No, we don't trust 'em, boy, they're Growing up in East London, on the corner and waiting for conundrums Said I grew up in the land of the sinners Home of the brave, bold, and the winners Oh, what I'd do to go back to winter 05 Chicken chips for a dinner You drive about with your mates in the ringer You're selling weed to make your pocket money bigger The Old Bill are always locking up my niggas Got the lads sleeping on London pillars, yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm