Friday, 26 March 2010


yes, I'm counted
I'm one in a sea of other ones
none of us no greater than our own sum
too disorganised for collective good times to come
and we know where we're from
grew up in your palm
but given half the chance
I'll run up your arm
and smack you for not seeing making a fist
would have done us harm,
for not becoming what you could have been
not for not doing what you should have done
but would my blow even land?
when you're a mini man in a promised promise land
Trying to get in where I fit in my position is filled in,
"sorry we're filled up, good luck with giving up"
never, never. Doctor, doctor,
it's my city i think she is knocking on heavens door
I want to help her but I'm piss poor
don't know why this abuse is being ignored
she'd scream if she had a mouth
but it's going on behind closed doors, so
only through graffiti do her words come out
did her shine get lost in the rubble after
the second world war?
campaign done forgot what she's about
we have i love london t-shirts
but we're not about love
because we're not new york
london is about rising above no matter what
we're the teeth that grind the diamond in the coal that shines
proof that only mediocre minds think imitation works
and no politician can hide behind their face, mouth full of teeth hair full of snakes
the last time i was inspired by a politician he ran with the slogan "change"
we all fell in love but it didn't do anything to the weight of our rain
serious every politician apart from the name is exactly the same
the bus fairs would have gone up no matter what, i don't get angry at pain
because the fact is their greed wont ever stop,
never, ever, doctor, doctor
my friends mum is having kids to keep bailiffs from knocking at her door
is it about who's fucked up or who's fucked up more
every artist that gets big is desperate to jump to another shore
everyone wants a leg up without thinking about who's getting stepped on
real cliched but baby don't forget where you came from
in the mean time I'm going to sing the same song but remix the rhythm
to no longer have my head in the clouds but walk upon them
just to get the people learning that london when got going gets burning
I'll be doing not telling, providing not selling,
so please don't tell me I'm counted, tell me I'm counting.


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