as the title says.
london, city of schemes and broken dreams
got fiends catting for crack
and boys carrying gats
you got beef in these streets then it's just gun clap
i ain't boosting that
it's just a matter of fact
the home of tec-lashers, chain snatchers and jackers
peeps demonised, priests sodomise
london, the place where estates get scorched
by territorial gun wars
and innocents blood pour
through crossfire of war
unfriendly fire taking lives to the muck and mire
tears come to my eye
as i think about them that die
crime rates and politricks run high
politicians claim to speak truth
(but you dun know it's lies)
cos once the vote's theirs
they turn and spit in your eye
fight real crime get the crack from the manor
estates littered with syringes
sick youts run frantic
carry matics, it's manic
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