Estate of Mind (Explicit)

作词 : Miraa May/Oscar Benjamin Scheller/Jevon

作曲 : Jevon/Miraa May/Oscar Benjamin Scheller

All I see is a high rise no blue skies

Just an estate of mind

Concrete rose pushing through to grow

And everyone's on their phone

'Cause it thinks it makes them less alone

Forgotten how to speak in prose

If I wrote a poem I could set the tone

But I can't hear you I got my headphones on

Why is it Like this?

Why does it have to be so heartless?

Why does it have to be?

Harder when the sun goes down

Harder when the sun goes down

Like this

Why does it have to be so?

I heard this song before they say

It's called London's Burning

I pray they don't hurt him

Little brother take your time with it

Instead of fighting it

In the streets there's no wrong or right innit

I get it if he violates then wet him

It's the same **** from

Tottenham to Streatham and I'm tired of it

But who do you blame

When the streets are laced with pain and

Can't put out the kids

When this **** will never change, yeah

And now I'm ****ing tired of all the liars all in our way

**** these politicians just murderers in submission

Robbing us blind hurting children and racism kept at bay

They burned down Grenfell tower and it took my heart away

All I can do is get down on my knees

And pray pray pray for 'em

Pray pray pray for the day that justice will lead the way

I try my best to survive my city

No tea and crumpets it gets real gritty it's London

Like this?

Why does it have to be so heartless?

Why does it have to be?

Harder when the sun goes down

Harder when the sun goes down

Like this

Why does it have to be so?

I'm from a place where we see flowers on graves

Planted bricks and grew my council estates

Wind our windows down

Then we scream something foul to the jakes

Loud mouth blow my loud in your face

Bad manners from bad manors

Family full of crooks and gang bangers

I can't trust nobody 'cause they're back stabbers

Where I'm from I can't floss what I got

I can paint a thousand pictures

With this crop that I robbed

But most of my g's got an angry face

Another gravestone with your family's name

Laugh in your face when we bust this case

Praying that death don't come this way

One last chance it's your final go

**** it up once you the know cycle go

Wait I'm praying that it change round

Theresa May you're still a waste gyal, yeah

Like this?

Why does it have to be so heartless?

Why does it have to be?

Harder when the sun goes down

Harder when the sun goes down

Like this

Why does it have to be so?