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They Line the wallets of the rich
strip the pockets of the poor
Opportunity knocks
But not at our door
They Line the wallets of the rich
strip the pockets of the poor
Opportunity knocks
But not at our door
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Cos you see
Each morning without fail she’s out her front door by 5.02
Bet barely even got to slept’a wink but shit that ain’t new
See every day family life has her spinning too many plates
under such pressure its only a matter a time before one breaks
Working so hard
she’s exhausted, barely survive
MAD
How all these years some how still manage to provide
(so tiring, no chance a’retiring)
All this stress and struggle just so her Fam barely scrape by
look look, I don’t mean to gas or ramble
Im just offering up multiple examples
Cos its tough when they’re always exhausted
Especially when they’re not supported
She may be hard on dem kids n can be strict
N if unu get cheeky yes she’ll dish some licks
But she can’t keep a check on em all the time
Specially eldest he thinks his a big man, carrying on acting out all wild
She’ll kiss her teeth to his cheek but truth be told
She fully worry that he’s getting hold of that wrong crowd
But how can she keep tabs,
working 19 a day Mums not around
She wannabe but if she lose one of these three jobs could lose their yard
trust times are hard in the red, when your choking on this breadline
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
He’s of an age that money tree lay leaves
breeds street thieves forms territory beefs
rep and bread grow with opportunities
but cause casualties and fatalities
Imagine what ingenuity to survive this
If had other resources he wunt resort to this
Trust, ain't much choice or say in this
Must help his fam but costly road tax on this
Avoiding shank piece backstabbers just to live
cards dealt from that pack now stuck dealing with
In a trap this glass-ceiling
Dunt want his mum feeling
pain like she is failing
both him and his siblings
when hiding from door knocks from bailiffs
Wish youngers escape this estate petri dish
conditions are ripe, they keep multiplying
cos postcode jungles can’t feed all the lions
Am I lying
he’s trying man, I swear he’s trying
He don’t want his mum to see him dying
I swear on his ones that he’s dying to see her right
So when she’s working he’s grafting at night
Oi you don’t know that we do wrong when how we’re forced to live don’t sit right
With the turmoil we live with providing perspective exposing traumatic insight
In rife global disregard dare shame neglects us as commoners low-life grim sights
When we’re actually faces in places which face this tell us how you’d make this shit right
Instead of blame n tarnish us
with the same rotten brush,
that spawns
fruit-flies
pigeonholin’
broke bloodlines
While ya patronise
casting beady eye
privileged judgin’alibi
on life dilemmas
that we despise
cos Ya see,
roses grow up on concrete paving roads of street lives
round here the key rule only is to survive
yet you think we all wanna live Kidulthood
we just want back our youth clubs
How can we turn a new leaf when turning a wrong corner can mean your life set to be brief
FAMiliar ties side by side til one declares its their time to head up the table and feast
But you Don't believe us or nor care to listen, come chill with us as a December treat
But don’t freeze when temps reach 93 degrees n you’re burning in daily street sweltering heat
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Her day finally ends AM at around 1.32
no transport in these ends means a 40 minute on foot commute
So risky a women walking alone at night
Lord, please let her make it back alright
I just pray when she reaches back to put her keys in her front door
Both her kids are home safely with no bother wrapped up indoors
But even so, they’re not daft lads they know
Cheeky Bastards bet they reached yard just as Mums making her way home
I worry what these streets can teach
Some lessons seen you can’t unlearn
Why can’t they be given a chance
to see a different world
Why should we be held hostage, to poverty and minimum wage
I beg these streets, turn the page
Leave them a better chapter than how we found them
Make our towns n cities places to be proud of
Actually make money doing something they love to do as a job,
Not stress how to put food on a plate as a constant
or avoiding altercations or getting stop n searched
by constables in our communities constantly
I close my eyes to hold the tears in
Cos when they’re open what I see only make my fears win
when it comes to my outlook on the harsh luck of the futures of our children and their entire generation
I pray one day all escape the trap that erodes this filthy system,
Cos listen
such bacteria conditions also multiply power n wisdom
which one day will pave a brand-new better way of ambitious accomplished visions
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Life Isn’t Handed Easy To Us
But that doesn’t give you your right to judge
Working Class Kids are Diamonds in the rough
No silver spoon, we’re made of tougher stuff
Enough is enough, enough is enough already
Enough is enough, enough is enough already
Enough is enough, enough is enough already
Enough is enough, enough is enough already
They Line the wallets of the rich
with the pockets of the poor (Enough is enough)
Opportunity knocks
But not at our doors (enough is enough already)
They Line the wallets of the rich
with the pockets of the poor (Enough is enough)
Opportunity knocks
But not at our doors (enough is enough already)
They Line the wallets of the rich
with the pockets of the poor (Enough is enough)
Opportunity knocks
But not at our doors (enough is enough already)
They Line the wallets of the rich
with the pockets of the poor (Enough is enough)
Opportunity knocks
But not at our
