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#Wretch32 #Windrush
(Wretch) The Windrush take me go ah work over foreign
Mi want a better life and mi nah waan beg for it
Bring the dinner home
The pickney don’t like porridge
I miss the sunshine
Me still ah freeze and it’s August
And mi lickle brother pon di wing like Mahrez
Him sell a lickle weed and now him haffi pay for it
Story of my life you know it’s kinda based on it
Story of my life uh
There’s no honour amongst thieves
I was in the trap selling junk to the junkies
Gorillas in the mist got me
Running with monkeys
Gran’s disappointed thinks I’ve turned into Uncey
But we just wanna eat
Cause everyone’s got the munchies
I know they had higher hopes for us
But I’ve been buying gold
from selling loads of dust
As long as hell’s frozen
And heaven’s over us
Then I’mma do the sign of the cross and
Hope for luck
That means running the gauntlet
Understand the difference between
The hare and the tortoise
If I gotta fight for my freedom
I’ll never forfeit
I’m just trying to find a new reason to be important
I’m running out of those
Every time I look my wife in the eye she see a ghost
Tired ain’t the word
Dying ain’t a verb
What’s a state of mind when your mind’s overworked
Even mine’s overworked
That’s beca’ all we do is try hard
Then we try again
Didn’t know life could have you feeling like death
Ain’t no tapping out we do it for the kids dem
We’re from Brixton but they don’t say we’re Brits dem
I hope when the kids grow
They enrich them
With opportunity open arms
Not a fist clench
Fire times fire means me burn the system
Still we turn up di systems!
Long as my suit dem linen
It’s Clarks I slip in
And the rims dem ah chrome pon di Benz
And I can blast my riddims
And jerk my chicken
And still have a roof over mi head
And the church bells ringing
Pon Sunday dinnings
With faith and grace we’re blessed
No matter how dark my skin is
There is no difference
We’re all just soul and flesh
(Tendai) You’re lying or you’re dying
Never put it on god
We ain’t hearing those lies on the newspaper
You’re lying or you’re dying
Never put it on god
But it’s so hard (yeah, yeah)
(Cashh) You envy me for moves
You don’t envy me for my shoes
You don’t envy me for my shoes
Cause you know
You couldn’t go zero minutes down the road
Yet you wanna put your heel on my soul
So you can step on me and pull my roots out
Cause you don’t want me to grow
You fabricate cause you don’t want me to know
Made me fall in love with staying in this place
And now you want me to go?
Half of the story has never been told
Tell me
How many female detainees
Did you trick and give pills to kill their babies?
Cause if the babies were born they would have been citizens
God knows you all deserve imprisonment
Anyway it’s the return of the immigrant
Can’t get rid of ‘em
Can’t get rid of we
Being free one time used to be a dream
Til I realised that it’s a dream
Cah I’m still asleep
(Wake up darg, wake up)
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#Wretch32 #Windrush
(Wretch) The Windrush take me go ah work over foreign
Mi want a better life and mi nah waan beg for it
Bring the dinner home
The pickney don’t like porridge
I miss the sunshine
Me still ah freeze and it’s August
And mi lickle brother pon di wing like Mahrez
Him sell a lickle weed and now him haffi pay for it
Story of my life you know it’s kinda based on it
Story of my life uh
There’s no honour amongst thieves
I was in the trap selling junk to the junkies
Gorillas in the mist got me
Running with monkeys
Gran’s disappointed thinks I’ve turned into Uncey
But we just wanna eat
Cause everyone’s got the munchies
I know they had higher hopes for us
But I’ve been buying gold
from selling loads of dust
As long as hell’s frozen
And heaven’s over us
Then I’mma do the sign of the cross and
Hope for luck
That means running the gauntlet
Understand the difference between
The hare and the tortoise
If I gotta fight for my freedom
I’ll never forfeit
I’m just trying to find a new reason to be important
I’m running out of those
Every time I look my wife in the eye she see a ghost
Tired ain’t the word
Dying ain’t a verb
What’s a state of mind when your mind’s overworked
Even mine’s overworked
That’s beca’ all we do is try hard
Then we try again
Didn’t know life could have you feeling like death
Ain’t no tapping out we do it for the kids dem
We’re from Brixton but they don’t say we’re Brits dem
I hope when the kids grow
They enrich them
With opportunity open arms
Not a fist clench
Fire times fire means me burn the system
Still we turn up di systems!
Long as my suit dem linen
It’s Clarks I slip in
And the rims dem ah chrome pon di Benz
And I can blast my riddims
And jerk my chicken
And still have a roof over mi head
And the church bells ringing
Pon Sunday dinnings
With faith and grace we’re blessed
No matter how dark my skin is
There is no difference
We’re all just soul and flesh
(Tendai) You’re lying or you’re dying
Never put it on god
We ain’t hearing those lies on the newspaper
You’re lying or you’re dying
Never put it on god
But it’s so hard (yeah, yeah)
(Cashh) You envy me for moves
You don’t envy me for my shoes
You don’t envy me for my shoes
Cause you know
You couldn’t go zero minutes down the road
Yet you wanna put your heel on my soul
So you can step on me and pull my roots out
Cause you don’t want me to grow
You fabricate cause you don’t want me to know
Made me fall in love with staying in this place
And now you want me to go?
Half of the story has never been told
Tell me
How many female detainees
Did you trick and give pills to kill their babies?
Cause if the babies were born they would have been citizens
God knows you all deserve imprisonment
Anyway it’s the return of the immigrant
Can’t get rid of ‘em
Can’t get rid of we
Being free one time used to be a dream
Til I realised that it’s a dream
Cah I’m still asleep
(Wake up darg, wake up)
