step in the wrong shoes you gonna get cut and if you playing with a cutter then they know what's up where I came from it was empty plates and half full cups trynna get the food in, cake and sum sparkledust try and put the sparkle in the darkest slums you know how it goes, no fathers all mums Londons more lost than babylon restore god in a people thats something that the gissas can gamble on god can heal our nation like we in avalon but we turn to a broken system were spat upon Lord shower down on us like rain in the amazon and restore our roots so we grow to know where our powers from I was made for a misson brake the traditions and uncave from submission, wen they try and enforce i turn my face and don't listen cause the snake knows how to play games with our visons make me a product of the matrix we live in make me a victim fakest of living I can't turn away from hard truth when the truth means pain frome some paigon religion check it. why do I find the truth every person that I meet brings violence to me so I can't enjoy life with friends no brothers, nevermind a group I ain't got time for you what im scared of is that when I'm older and I'm, let's say 26 years old and I got kids and we living in the blistering cold cause the water, electricity, and heat cost so much that we don't have a thing we own and we living with controlled digital currency that, means we aint given the things we owed but by that point, we'll be living in holes living in ditches will have the same, not a different system London will be carnage, more villans and killings the waters that we swimin will have the biggest of fishes well be facing the biggest of issues, selling the big issue cos our moneys gone missing listen food will be in shortage. therye won't be such thing as a mortgage. we facing times so morbid they be scorching, turning our souls into empty corpses shelves will be empty for your weekly shop well face meteors. something u ain't seen before and the estates will be battle fields, for sick kids more mums will be crying over the death of they're kids its sick the ones who controll the banks and parliament will be on missions for something wiked power amongst our people will be unlimited ans Jesus will appear from a burning Bush, and cast the jins out with one discerning look I can't find me a job or a course That just shows, god don't want me serving them