Look

Imagine an island where the party never ends
Where it's less about money and it's more about friends
Where the vibes can't done
It's less about fundin' and and more about fun
Tropical sun, this life in the '60s comin' from the Caribbean
You know Ian, Delroy, Vivian, Winston
Who got drafted to England
Windrush babies from Kingston to Brixton
To say they're the life of the party, you're wrong
My Jamaicans the entire party, you can't see?
Big Notting Hill carni, you can't see?
And the ride's fiber glass, G, you wan' see?
Imagine a place where you raise your kids
The only place you live says you ain't a Brit
They're deportin' our people and it makes me sick
'Cause they was broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like

They came on the invitation of the British Government
The passports were stacked indefinitely to remain
But for some who were children then
that was a false promise
"Thirty-seven years of paying taxes
and I got a letter saying I was an illegal immigrant
I came here to England at the age of ten
and I've lived here all my life"

Look, imagine a world that's flawed and full of evil
Where dictators and leaders are persecutin' your people
The bodies of the innocence are pilin' to the steeples
The ironic part is they're preyin' on the feeble
That's life in the 90's, you're Eastern European
And you seein' people dyin'
'cause they're fightin' for their freedom
And show you violence for havin' a voice
You move out with your kids in hope of havin' a choice
Life throws you a spanner, you can't handle the pain
So you gamble and you drink and then you gamble again
You argue with your wife and then you sleep on the couch
You hit your children, then start freezin' 'em out
You try and work things out, but it's never the same
All the women in your household are livin' afraid
When you look into the mirror you're reminded again
That you've become the dictator you were fightin' against
It's like

We're fightin' for our rights, for all our mothers
And then we, we... we are fighting for our homes
We are fighting for our own

Look, imagine a world that's fucked and untrue
Where the many pay a price for the few
And every day the sun rises a little later
That's how it is when your oppressor is your liberator
'Cause right now livin' in the Middle East
Praise Allah for the peace
Death from a sky littered with stars
You run away with your kids so you can give them a chance
But your asylum has got you in a different war
Because the British wanna know what you're livin' here for
We rely on migration more than ever before
They're key workers, but they couldn't even get in the door
When you're at Heaven's Gates, what you tellin' the Lord?
You wouldn't even let a kid into some steadier shores
That's a life they may never afford
Surely you would wanna give your people
chances that were better than yours?
No?

Ten years of conflict
and twelve-thousand children have been killed or injured
The children here are just a tiny fraction
of the estimated six-million
in need of emergency medical asisstance
As many of three-million no longer in their own homes
With