DESCRIPTION:
Fitzrovia Youth in Action has been supported by the Amy Winehouse Foundation and Camden to work with Dragon Hall to produce a music video to help spread awareness among young people about drugs and alcohol.

Young people from Dragon Hall explored the subject of drug dealing and the consequence of getting caught. The group felt that this is a common problem in their local area where number of their friends exchange drugs without knowing the seriousness of these offences. They have named their song 'Harsh Reality'

Lyrics

Verse 1
Mother always working 9 to 5, no father to help us, or provide. Mumzy working hard was a stress in my mind, looking out for my sisters on the other side. I see the struggle in her eyes, it makes me when wanna fight. Income was low, some time she would cry. Upset all alone and I don't know why, so I planned to drugs just to help us survive.
I thought I'll be rich so I started selling cannabis. Picked up a whole load started doing measurements. Starting supplying to my local residents, I won't get shifted cos I'll use my intelligence. Arrest wasn't coming, I couldn't see it happening. Then I heard sirens, I started panicking. Thought about running, but couldn't even vanish them - tight hand cuffs and the feds got my evidence.

Chorus
it's a long stretch for you up ahead. Don't let your selfish heart rule your head. High and high your pleasure is guilty. A new law is a harsh reality. Bang and blame is what you do. Such a shame you lost your job prospects to. Mama though that you'd go far. Now the family's dark secret past

Verse 2
I've committed a crime and now in a cell. Regret what I've done it's like living in hell. The situation is cold and I'm getting very ill. I'm not a menace to society I'm good guy still. I wanna break out but I ain't got a drill surrounded by walls and the doors are steel. The food is garbage and disgusting for real. I feel claustrophobic happiness gone. The floor is dirty the mattress ain't long. The toilet takes the piss and smells too strong, urine on the floor this cell is wrong. Dark room full of pain no sunshine in this song, writing on a ceiling - what's going on. I'm running out of patients in this marathon. This cell is crap I wanna flash it down and move on.

Chorus
it's a long stretch for you up ahead. Don't let your selfish heart rule your head. High and high your pleasure is guilty. A new law is a harsh reality. Bang and blame is what you do. Such a shame you lost your job prospects to. Mama though that you'd go far. Now the family's dark secret past

Verse 3
it's not looking good the lawyer told me, court case on a Monday morning. So I stood up when the judge was talking, guilty intent to supply he's informing. I hope my mum don't know she get me deported. God help my case is very soon, pains and migraines I don't wanna be a goon, I can't sleep at night the devils in my room. I pray to god for a blessing very soon, even if I come out what I'm I gonna do. With a criminal record can't get a job too, regret what I don't I didn't have a clue and change my attitude.
It's not a good a start with a bad reputation, convicted application.
Locked up in a can there's no evacuation. I'm booked in this cell ain't talking reservation. I let my fam down this is total devastation. I can't be apart if the freedom nation. I'm feeling stressed anger and humiliation.