3 Minute Silence

Dear, Boris, you flopped on so many levels

How the fuck I hear you say, 'inequality is essential'?

I feel, aggravated, I'm disappointed, it's mental

And, it's hard, having drive, when congestion's charging me petrol

Just to get to work

Mum's working for the NHS, you feeling hella' hurt

Said, 'another day, another death, another reverend'

Touch and go, with these touchy subjects, cuh', it's delicate

But, that's the thing about the government, they'll always have puppets on strings making decisions

Making all the choices, for places they've never been in

Boris, you ain't felt the heat, or had a plate in the kitchen

We should sub' you off for Rashford, and make him play your position

He's more united

Little more, upfront, with it, you're more divided

And, if I put my faith in your king, I am mortalising

That's why I keep my powers all within, and I walk with guidance

Ever seen an author authorize it, and call it riot?

Remember, I'm the type you can call a titan

Had Sadiq Khan apologizing, for all the bias

Had so much on my plate, had to water diet

But they're the small things that come your way, when you walk with giants

Dents in my armor, show, it's working

Malcolm Wretch, they tried to shoot me through the curtain

But, I'm for the people, I'm a person

And, with all these royalties, I don't have to be a Sir to give a sermon

I preach, I'm assertive

I speak, I ain't perfect, I try

Have you ever had a birth, or death, on your mind?

That's why, certain race reports get a rage from my side

They say it's not institutional, because it's designed

'Inequality is essential (echoing)'

'There will be cuts'

'I'm an exuberant defender of the (?)'

'Course you are

We wouldn't need canaries, if we knew what was down the mine

You seek, you find

Never got this paper reading through the lines

I'm Father Christmas, all the time

But, the saying, 'the more the merrier' has just got them feeling more obliged

If I give you my skin, would you wrap it round my kids when I'm gone?

My next of kin gets my word, and my bond

And I'm still, tryna' find time, to nurture my son

'Cause in that life lesson, I just need a first, and I've won

And, there's no rehearsal

Caught myself, fathering my dad, that's a role reversal

More time, your actions speak louder, than all your verbal

Tryna' be the center of attention's a lonely circle

Imagine in my race, my race is the only hurdle

Imagine running for the gold

That they stole from your home

And, when you win it back, they say 'congrats', like, it ain't what I'm owed

Stadiums, packed to the back, and they're waving their phones

And, I should be, politically correct, and be thankful, and go?

When there's, blood on my hands, I paid my taxes, and they, shot my old man down the stairs

I drove to the station in a rage, against the machine, but, I realized, you can, only fight the devil with your prayers

We've been praying for so long

Finding human nature in old songs

Until a new complaint, the list goes on

To be frank, I'll, shave off my masters, and go blonde

I ain't just singing to hold on