Nobody round here's gettin bang to rights
All the bins and the busstop set alight
Coppers stay away like kryptonite
Is in the air tonight
And so their outta sight
Bitches round here don't bark they bite
If the fellas don't get too fucked they fight
government view it as a nasty blight
On an otherwise perfect horizon
It means no matter if their right or left
If it's a no go freak show zone o death
But if their making money then fuck the rest
Are you bereft o love or are ya death
I've been tryna get it off my chest
Cos the situ makes you get depressed
And ya can lay your eggs ima feathered nest
But ya must address the fact that it's a mess
government claiming trust in us
While the people say don't fuck with us
Many men will end up shottin stuff
Because a needs a must when the times are tough
Many more men that'd love to snuff
Live from a rival just because
Will anybody say when enoughs enough
And who can ya trust if it's dust to dust
