Letras
My docs shine in the sun
From where the kids got guns
Broken homes and single mums
They tried to send my brother back to where we from
But they asked him to come
Prince Windrush
Still ask a posh girl wa gwan
I fuck with bablyon
Jah knows
Black queen as dark as charcoal
They wish I would
Go back for good like gary Barlow
God bless the queen
Facist regime
If andrew was my brother would he still have been set free
So pour your juice and light the ting up
One time for prince windrush
Haitian girls that dont speak English still want to link us
They might deport me tonight if I spit this
They might deport me tonight if they know I written this
Little dark boys and girls
Grab your bags
Your needed overseas in the motherland
Papers and passports
Identity cards
Trading concrete for seas and the sand
Little dark boys and girls
Grab your bags
Now your living in the motherland
Police cars and sirens and handcuffs and bars
Trading freedom for life on remand
Off the docks and that port
Suited up what’s that for
Come to get my money up
good food and shelter
That more
Promises of of mad sort
Streets that’s paved with gold
The commonwealth the queen graft all
servitude
Your mad poor
Cold but ain’t Alaska
Ghettoes hoods and rastas
The price of heating up again
Red letters to Harass you
Where Churchill sent the mass here
count your twenty lash here
Get sent home
On a charter
When your pension and your cash here
Trying explain the simple bits
Of something that ain’t that clear
Some colours that ain’t on the flag
Some mad peers
rum for pain to splash here
Debts still owed from last year and the last year and the last year
Lies and heavy tax years
Prison holes and with packed tiers
Conservative and Labour forth and back
Beyond the facts here
Them Needed but not wanted
First and last here
Home from home
We that near
From when they said no dogs
Don’t want no Irish and no blacks here
Little dark boys and girls
Grab your bags
Your needed overseas in the motherland
Papers and passports
Identity cards
Trading concrete for seas and the sand
Little dark boys and girls
Grab your bags
Now your living in the motherland
Police cars and sirens and handcuffs and bars
Trading freedom for life on remand