The city - raps

Look its funny how the city where the Queen sleeps

Still ain’t got clean streets

But there ain’t a day when she ain’t got clean sheets

Homeless people roam with needles and

You’ve got to pay tax to afford a vehicle

Tube fare doubles up every two years

And the buses upstairs are a no go area

Man are like ‘Pass me your mobile, here me now’

And with the crunch of the credit

You can’t get a roof over your head

You’re stuck in the debit

But every single month they come for the debit

Direct action, if you don’t play they

Dive and snatch things and it don’t say that

Now equipped fear ‘cause a victim of inflation

The black letters turned red and they been patient

And now six years rent has just been wasted

I’m from a city where the rain won’t cease

Pollution in the air matches that on the street

The black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like

Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like

I was a country boy when I moved out

Grew up too fast for my family to find out

Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives

Can’t resort to arrogance with white lies

This city won’t erase me

But I can’t help to see how this dark city changed me

It’s all the same see, music is my life, but

Now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from

North, South, East, West, London’s my home now

Knees weak, but we never slow down

Now I start to do my music properly

And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me

Hey, look, I'm from a city full of jammed up traffic, night buses

All-night clubbers, Kings Cross to all-night lovers

That knew when to pay rent and stay in their apartment

Talented buskers playing that guitar riff

The church pastor's still praying for answers

Way too much congestion, they're charging

Way too much for petrol, I'm laughing

But there ain't no funny side

It's like winter all year, there ain't no summer time

Stone Island jacket, keep warm

And all phone lines are tapped, you've been warned

And also mind the gap and keep calm

Cause one wrong move on the train, big beard

And it's gunshots, two in your brain, it's weird

So as much as I'm in love with this city

Just maybe I've had enough of the city