Talkin' 'bout the science of social From to whereever in the council estates the mans is strugglin'. The poor working class.
Blud, you got to sleep round here and nightmares, Wake up and find the worst reality is there. The difference is, in my dream's I'm always scared, But in reality, on road, I'm prepared. So now gonna wanna run up and become a gonner? Everybody's gonna get us, but they're on a longers. I'm still out to get the same cats from summer, But man can't see again, It's like done a runner. I'm still in the mannor, on the same number And everybody knows I'm at and what I'm under, I'm in the slums, raisin' the funds. In the city the yute man are blazin' the guns. Just how this United Kingdom has come, Within the council estates where man'll over crumbs, We got young parent mums, Havin' the time tryn'a survive for their daughters and their sons Be comin' out their yutes, cause their yutes are out there, Raised on the of these streets without care. Now we're havin' our share of gun warefare And it's all gone nuts and that's cause it's poor here. People want here, all on the floor here, It's raw here, even sleep and ignore here, Cause kinda militant, in the grime, Nothin's equivillent to council estate of mind.
We know that we have been our lives through the hardest times, Still we know that we must keep up the in our hearts and minds.
I amongst smashed syringes, doors hangin' off the hinges, Hookers lookin' for Bobby, shottin' their minges. Leavin' condoms out on the staircases, Next to the pipes that's left by the Base Heads. Local estate heads, have grown up to Feds, with no helmets drivin' round on some bait peds. Abandoned are at the bottom of the block, So when pissin' down, have got a place to plot, To cotch and pot, And watch this spot, Full up of lost souls with no goals who get to rot. And what, I don't expect you to ever is Why I got all so self defensive. The neighbourhood shotters have all seen what it's to. Local coppers on patrol are with a gun too. So could bun you, and desert you. How long gonna mourn you when somebody mercs you? Tryin' not to get shift when shiftin' your work When you wanna there ain't nowhere to splurt to. The are high, still the best get placed. Tryn'a find how sweet might taste. In a place where is tryin' to flex. Nobody's gettin' anywhere, So vexed, life kinda militant, in the grime, Nothin's equivillent to this council of mind.
We that we have been living our lives through the hardest times, Still we that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.
So these are for my people, Livin' on the who, Know they ain't got nuttin' to retreat to. If you gettin' food man'll wanna eat you, Pure, bad just to get to delete you. So many man are so see-through, Beware of their deceitful when the greet you. who feel it know it because they've been through, Times when their friends wanna up to beat you. I never to see it but, Now I got a view, Don't let no bad minded try get near you. If they're not on level they'll never hear you no time to be shaken or fearful. If you've been through, of this evil that we do, A hundred Hail Mary's enough to redeem you. All of my long time are crack fiends, Who have too far, but still say they didn't mean too. Does alleviation through base and crack relieve losin' their mind And me too. Step into my world if you wanna a preview, But don't tell a soul, cause they just won't you. The life's militant, in the grime, Nothin's to this council estate of mind. Life's militant, in the grime, Nothin's equivillent to this estate of mind.
We know that we been living our lives through the hardest times, Still we know that we keep up the faith in our hearts and minds. We know that we have been living our lives the hardest times, Still we know that we must up the faith in our hearts and minds.