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I'm like a waterfall; gravity always brings me down,
Ain't no fun when you ain't around, looking at the ground,
As I walk my steps on the pavement in the city,
I come to the realisation, city life don't fit,
It's a rat race, like dog on a cat chase,
Survival of the violent, the rude and the screwface,
Boxing on the roof tops, knives in their school socks,
Climbing on the football pitch when the gates locked,
I don't know where we finish; I don't know where we start,
But I feel like Mario banging his head against a question mark,
Society is broke; it's about all the money,
Kids robbing people coz they think it's funny,
Gangs in estates, all about making papes,
The more immigrants, the more fucking reports of rape,
I'm a controversial soul, but this is my story told,
I don't make shit up, that's why I can be so bold,
I dare you to disprove anything I say,
Brushing shit under the carpet don't make it go away
Sometimes you got to say things, that people won't like,
You think malcom x was bothered when he stepped up on the mic?

You try to control me, but you will not hold me
I have the power to reclaim my life,
You'll shurley be the one to fade and die

You're freaking out, over thoughts that control me,
But the thoughts in my head stop me feeling to lonely,
They ain't all grim, and I know this myself,
But they still have me reaching for the pills on my shelf,
No matter what I do, or who I talk to,
Has any effect long term, on how I get through,
The banks control our lives and Britannia rules the waves,
But they told me that England never would be slaves,
Lying fucks, look at me standing here,
Ain't got a job and bills are coming out my ear,
Government cutbacks mean you can't get the training,
And dickheads in parliament wonder why petrol bombs are raining?
Printing money is like putting a rag round a leaking pipe,
But sooner or later the dripping will keep us awake at night,
The want us in debt, so occupy the stock exchange
All these places buying gold, don't you that's a little strange?
Well money's just paper, it's basically an I owe u,
The value's based on gold; and they're trying to buy that back off you,
One day we'll all see this, I pray it's not to late,
Don't be their pet, waiting for crumbs off their plate!
I ain't taking looting shops, or setting fire to bins,
We got to be smart and organised to get some wins,
Don't be a fool and live up to a stereotype,
And if your angry, shout it through a stereo mic