VERSE 1:
Fighting for freedom, but I don't know what we fight for/
i don't even know what what freedom is, when they write laws/
it feels like it's to protect the rich/-
while the rich get rich, and we all live in the shit/
fighting for pennies, trying to pay the rent/
and we're taxed, on every single penny we spend/
with bedroom tax, fucking up, old women and men/
and i'll be on the council list, 'till i'ma hundred and ten/
Conservative Government, still funding a War/
millions a week, while there's kids still hungry and poor/
living on the streets of Westminster, sleeping on a floors/
and they wonder why kids, think “fuck the law”/
I've seen Police men murder, heard Police men lie/
Politicians steal tax, is none of this crime?/
'cos the offences are committed, but we never see justice/
so how the fuck, can you teach a child, what trust is/
VERSE 2:
The TV, shows us shows, of benefit bashers/
political propaganda, it's just to have us/
complaining to the Government, calling for change/
so you vote for them, to get their own way/
'cos with every cut, that's money in the pockets/
of another government organisation, it's all profit/
it ain't deep, it ain't a conspiracy/
it's just a business, money makes the world turn, seriously/
they tare down the flats, and build a thousand new homes/
then you ask for social housing, and get told no?/
I was born with chains on my wrists, living in the gutters/
of society, until crime, gave me bolt cutters/
so I live like an outlaw, with a law of my own/
it's pistols at dawn, they try taking my home/
snatch the silver spoon, out the mouths of the rich/
if ever they dare, try talk to me about life, like i'm thick/
VERSE 3:
Shit's like the Wild West, stick up kids/
Hooded up, ready to jack any man, that looks rich/
from a manner, when the man are, looking to get shift/
banged in a slammer, when the judges hammer, gets hit/
sweating in a cell, eating noodles and tuna/
writing letters to their loved ones, feeling like a loser/
but time served me well, an education I thank/
'cos I stopped playing the game, now I steal from the bank/
OUTRO:
People often ask me, do I regret going to prison/ and they're surprised when I say no!/ And I tell 'em, I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my fucking knees/ bowing down to a corrupt Government enforced by criminals/ abiding laws passed by paedophiles/ and paying for the privilege of being repeatedly lied to on a daily bases/
living in a class system I can never escape/ whilst my tax is used to fund terrorism and murder. Real freedom, is not giving fuck. Brake the rules, fuck playing the game, steal from the fucking banks, same way they steal from you! But don't be ignorant. Be educated and be lucky. Peace
credits
from DANGER,
released October 31, 2013
Featuring Angel Jayne Watson
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER