He was the son

Of a rich man from the city

Moved out of Essex where the views were really pretty

Life was always comfortable but he never felt content

He wanted more than a trust fund and feeling bored

Wanted to describe things those around him still ignored

It ain't where you come from

It's what you think and how you feel



We are the ones

Who despite all odds still come sounding fresh

Cos we know who we be

All the rest comes naturally

And now you see

That despite all odds we still come sounding fresh

Cos we know who we be

All the ret comes naturally



He wanted to effect the whole nation

Write with the spirit of the guns of Brixton

Speak with passion move with conviction

And still take the time to just stop and listen

So why are you always saying

That unless he's from the streets

That he don't know what it is like to stand

Upon his own two feet