A song for london
The countries mad the party`s wrong
The strangers get the goods
Being born her makes no difference
But you never thought it would?
Zip guns in out city
Bombers on our street
Don’t you come to London
If you can`t stand the heat.
Crack is king in one place
And skunk another too,
“Shooting up” in Holloway
Is just what, they like to do.
Zip guns in out city
Bombers on our street
Don’t you come to London
If you can`t stand the heat.
Drive by`s fit the evening
With gun sounds in the dark
Jogging gets you killed
If you do it in the park
Zip guns in out city
Bombers on our street
Don’t you come to London
If you can`t stand the heat.
The turf is insecure
with gang rule in the frame
The boys all need respect
And life aint a fucking game
Zip guns in out city
Bombers on our street
Don’t you come to London
If you can`t stand the heat.
Ardie 2003
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