(Hoping for something better) (Hoping for something better)
[Verse 1: Possessed]
I’m from where we have little respect for the law And even less for rich people that pretend to be poor Cold blooded hold grudges settle our scores Live low budget commit benefit fraud No justice, I perish the thought Fuck weapons of war, chose the pen instead of the sword Try and relate, we’re forced to acquire a taste For food past expiry dates (Who’s deciding my fate?) Will I rise to where messiah awaits? Or plunge into hell’s fiery lakes They fight to the death, stay bad to the bone Turn the price on your head to a tag on your toe Live and direct, never watered down I’m living life on the edge ‘till someone talks me down Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks Stuck in London’s underbelly fighting for scraps
[Chorus: Possessed, Psiklone, Skirmish]
This is where we live, this is where we die This is where we laugh, this is where we cry, (Hoping for something better) This is where we dream, this is where work This is where we bleed, this is where we hurt, (So let's come together)
[Verse 2: Skirmish]
A place where silent nights are nonexistent Life of crime violent fights and constant killings Making right and wrong decisions If it’s a free country, why do I feel trapped by the cost of living? I'm between a nine to five and writing rhymes You gotta take what you want or get what you're given [So true] A loss of vision from things shining bright Is what your blinded by [Stop] and listen Cos everything that glitters ain’t gold And ain’t no turning back coz life is like a one way road We’re seen differently through the eye of big brother Though we all bleed red despite the skin colour I feel like I'm fucked 'till my times up Cos reality bites and life sucks Blood, we’re in a trap and gonna get the fuck out somehow Ask my boy Keedo - he know
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3: Psiklone]
This is London where the devil never calls in advance Life’s a journey - I’m just walking the path Growing up I learned some big lessons With weapons lives come to swift ends in split seconds Best believe, we ain't playing happy families At times my yard’s descended into savage anarchy Most lack morality Money ain’t the root of all evil its people's selfish rationality One love to my brothers in arms And those struggling past on government grants We're all exactly the same We battle in vain like blood cells fighting off cancerous plague Rogues roaming on road holding loaded revolvers So I got my eyes open looking over my shoulder Morals dissolve in the crack smoke This is London - where blood runs colder than cash flow
[Repeat Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
