Peeps are kotchin, filling inner cheeks with toxins Unaware that the streets are watching Fleets of offspring hold heat, speak, Concocting deep plans while the beef is blossoming With sleep offering their only respite Round the clock hustling from dusk to sunlight Ensure the mechanics run right, Ensure that everybody's in the web who's supposed to be and that it's spun tight This is gangsville, where heavy hands spill Claret everyday and there's more buried than landfill Worlds come crashing down brought to a standstill Kid doing kids just to prove that they can kill And it's teenage pregnancy capital With flat after flat full of tetrahydrocannanibol It's like a jungle sometimes unimaginable Relentless pursuit to expand their collateral
Brumsdale, city from which the scum hail The young fail and another stretch is done in jail A million and one drug sales Watch em illuminate the sky while they're blazing a gun trail Brum town, city in which the slum's found Use the accent as a stereotype to dumb down The daily news makes for sad reading But the positive heart of the manor's still beating
The former home of rover, former home of HP Former home of community, comfort and of safety Where life moves too pacey And kids a third of your age are rude and fasty, it just amazes me Respect is abandoned, replaced with a handgun Apparently you never understand em The roots of this are fucking deeper than the grand canyon But they look at statistics at random Musicians sitting in their flats composing new tunes With people shooting up and sleeping in the bin chute rooms Citizens littering the landscape they're living in With no second thoughts never considering The legacy they're leaving, the balance is terribly uneven The penniless are left seething Material jealousy is breeding, Society of menaces wannabe celebrities are leaving me grieving
Brumsdale, city from which the scum hail The young fail and another stretch is done in jail A million and one drug sales Watch em illuminate the sky while they're blazing a gun trail Brum town, city in which the slum's found Use the accent as a stereotype to dumb down The daily news makes for sad reading But the positive heart of the manor's still beating
Let's broaden the focus and take it nationwide Many resided in a city and fucking ain't survived We're just a very small link in the network Wouldn't be necessary for a shrink or an expert To tell us why it's not confined to one place Just tell Mrs Jones why she can't see her sons face And let her tell you that no matter if they serve at least life It'll never lift the pain from when they murdered Rhys So now it's rife in society in culture Recall the shock of what happened to James Bulger So I guess if we're living in the belly of the beast You'd have to refer to us at the stomach ulcer Holly & Jessica, Letitia & Charlene Anthony Walker, Damilola making my heart bleed Stephen Lawrence, Gary Newlove and Ben Kinsella Love is the only preventative measure
UK, country in which the youts prey On the weak and indefensible and then assume they Are untouchable but soon the drama Will come back around inevitably realise the karma Great Britain, place where they hate living Humility left and now the nation is gain driven But the gains are all material and personal This kind of thinking will leave us dead, buried and terminalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
