When I walk it’s magic When I talk it’s magic When I see gangs on the streets running is it magic? Cast a spell round this city Cuz honestly it’s quite gritty I walk round the alleyways and it’s really not that pretty London is beautiful I hear it all the time Dyou rlly wanna see 20 juveniles Committing knife crime You think I’m delusional But I get robbed for every dime Yet you still manage to think I’m living in Londons prime We need something magic Something out of this world Something that’s gonna make these youts less desperate to kill I’ve lost my mind I may have gone crazy Maybe I’m blind Or maybe I’m lazy Tasks been assigned to kill someone lately Am I dead or will I live till I’m eighty I really don’t know maybe I’m super Researching money to make for da future Escaping this country ain’t being a shooter I’d do any job even a tutor What do we do, with this whole place This thing I regard, as a disgrace Something I want, to just replace Something that needs, way more space I need to fix it, make a spell Make this place, feel quite well So random kids, ain’t in a cell And cocaina ain’t sumin to sell Now listen here that would be magic But real life is always quite tragic Maybe I’m being a lil dramatic But where I’m from it’s quite problematic