From Brixton to Bounds Green

Something's coming up

a new generation

that couldn't give a fuck

always being lied to

never given love

never made an impact 

so their spilling blood



Cause things ain't nice round here anymore

The heart of the city

is getting rotten to the core

your life is respected

about as much as the law

keep your thoughts to yourself

and your eyes to the floor



[Chorus]

The laying on of hands..

all pain is soothed...

Soon we'll understand...

these words of truth.



From Battersea to Hackney

something's brewing up

the old generation

are getting out of touch

their hands are on the wheel

but our feet our on the clutch

and our generations

running out of trust



Cause things ain't nice round here anymore

every other corner another crack whore

Can't see no further than the next score

As a little girl you won't believe what she saw



[Chorus x2]