Letras
Yo
Walk around the block and I'm seeing the chitter chatter
They showing off their whips I think what does it really matter
One cat in the eye the other don't want the passa
Just wanna kick a ball the trackie makes him a trapper
It's a beautiful struggle this life
And I got memories of riding on stolen bikes
And playing on building sites and fights
Always beefing for our rights
I had friends who were prejudiced in hindsight
Uh, they said no offence and when I went sick
No one came to my defence
That was just the way it went
Had the black boys hating me
White boys chasing me
So nobody liked me
That was the way it was in Stepney
His mum was racist but we kissed behind the bakery
She made him curious forbidden fruit basically
And I had teenage hormones plaguing me
And no one else was checking me
So I just went with it see
Uh, but the future brought change in me
In late teens we found our own groups racially
So we could feel more protected socially
Not including work or school obviously
Uh, we're the three percent
They don't wanna hear it churches tell you to repent
Uh, but I know God feels my pain
He'll never silence me the same
You can't ignore all the chains
Gotta talk about it or the mind'll go insane
Look at the black community
You can't blame it all on disunity
How many more mirrors
How many more triggers
How many more sisters
They ain't willing to fall with us
Still those times were wonderful
I'm visiting more prisons
Having them more visions
Stories are so hidden
And you know that we're so driven
You better cover your tracks or you'll get bitten
Still I feel my memories were wonderful
I cried some mad tears the day I left primary school
Even though existing there it could be very cruel