VERSE 1:
They say if you want Peace prepare for War/ I say if you want Peace, put the gun down I applaud/ our soldiers for their duty, but I hate their cause/ fucking Devil's stealing lives, money grabbers with their claws/ in the backs of the needy and the vulnerable/ cutting pensions and disabled benefits, yeah, fuck the constables/ who enforce this law whilst breaking it/ fuck Conservative and every fucking voter who put a stake in it/ gave a failing country to some cunts who started raping it/ even if I work, fuck Tax, I ain't paying it/ so they can buy a second home, down a rich road/ in a postcode that someone like me could never go/ I could never own my own home, full stop/ I'd be lucky to get a council flat back home but i'm not/ dwelling on this shit, like I say keep my head high/ I'll forever fight to break free from this dead life/

HOOK:
To all my people in the struggle, hold your heads high/ together we'll find the Peace that we're craving/ to my people on the hustle, keep your minds right/ together we'll fight for this peace and we'll make it/ so Peace to the Scammers, the Shotters and Lowlifes/ Peace to the Benefit Fraudsters in the doll line/ Peace to my boys and girls banged up, hold tight/ Peace to my Lowlifes, Peace. Hold tight/

VERSE 2:
How the fuck can I talk about Peace in these songs, when all I've ever known is crime on these streets. Yeah it's long/ seeing bailiffs knocking, and pigs kicking your doors off/ crackheads burgling houses when their drugs have worn off/ watching crack whores walk these spots, their knickers torn off/ teenage mothers pissed up and they'll suck you till your soft/ just to feel some sort of love and affection/ smashed out their nuts fucking anyone for a connection/ their babies are on registers for child protection/ cause the mum likes to party the kid suffers neglection/ it's a sick work, a shit world and this shit world/ wont change 'till everyone stops following this girl/ and that's why I'm here now talking of Peace/ because people wont learn if you don't teach/ I wont preach but if I don't speak no one will hear you/ So I'll blow my fucking lungs out trying to reach you, here's to/

HOOK: (Repeat)

VERSE 3:
Fucking cunts keep raising Tax, taking Tax/ untill we start smashing through the fucking windows to take it back/ Mr Cameron, "Call me Dave!", Dave/ if you're so fucking down with the people, how comes you're so fucking afraid/ to face the problem face to face, you fucking waste of space/ Nick Clegg I'm fucking amazed you should feel so ashamed/ getting in bed with this pimp he don't even give you a say/ and when he fucks you, he don't even look in your face/ 'cause you're just a bitch, and he's the big prick/ honestly both of you cunts and your teams make me sick/ and I haven't forgotten about Brown and Blair/ Labour, even though everyone seems to forget that they're/ the reason the Country's fucking gone to the dogs/ what kind of society is better off on benefits then getting a job/ are you really fucking serious 'cause/ you'd be better off waving a white flag. You've lost/ the trust in the people for generations to come/ 'cause I'm telling you the same things I'm telling my son/ that America is dumb and you follow these cunts/ lick their arseholes then address us with the same tongue/ breath stinking of Death, Greed and War/ and I for one won't fucking have it no more/ so I'ma voice my opinion like the Media, here's the heading/ a Country crippled with debt throws a multimillion pound Wedding.

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