That's it Turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em Or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show yer face on TV, then we'll see You're can't do half, my crew laughs At yer rhubarb and custard verses Yer rain down curses but I'm waving, Yer hearse is driving by Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed Garage burnt down, the fire raged For 40 days and in 40 ways But through the blaze they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Their figure emerges from the wasteage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears in the light After 6 dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns Cracks and smoulders 5 years older and wiser The fires are burning on fire, never tire Slave warriors in the forests and on higher We sing, hear the strings rising The war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying Looks like Geezers raving The hazy fog over the bull ring, The lazy ways the birds sing A new babys born every day Few men may be spoilt today But look at things the other way Cos it may well be yer final day And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say I produce this using only my bare wit Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat, Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile Get all applications into before the deadline Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime And a life of crime But you will reach the day, and it's all mine You can take it or leave it, I shake And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter To their wives and daughters Once more before the law judges over all of us Cos in this place you'll see me Brace yourself, cos this goes deep I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me my apprentice Be brave, Clench fists.
Compositor: Michael Geoffrey Skinner (Skinner Michael) ECAD: Obra #911879