Freedom -

I don’t wanna put the blame on anybody

But Jesus, there’s a problem with this country

And all we need is a little bit of freedom

But we ain’t seeing it, no

There’s something I need to announce, freedom is down

Your speech?

Is being put down now

And we ain’t even making a sound, we’re taking it proud

«Thank you very much for fucking with my bank account»

Jeez, it’s like each week there’s a lower amount

We roll in the same circle, just going around

Knowing our doubts and never ever amounting to nothing

Teachers were right, I come out there with nothing

No GCSE’s, I never did it

1 C and the rest?

Man, forget it

You see, on my CV

Everything seems to be a load of B’s

And by B’s, I mean bollocks, be honest

Us kids in school, too busy popping our collars

Instead of triggonometry, I figured drop a beat

'cause I’ll be bigger than rocky or ricky or whatever, easy!

I don’t wanna put the blame on anybody

But Jesus, there’s a problem with this country

And all we need is a little bit of freedom

But we ain’t seeing it, no

Look at the guy behind his desk at the job centre

He’s helping you look for jobs but just check the

Expression on his face, he’s waiting

Looking at the clock until it’s time for his break and

He ain’t really care about your worries

He wants to pack up and get to lunch in a hurry

'cause in this day and age we’re on a low paying wage

We can’t blame him, given the circumstances, we’d be the same

But it’s a pain down here in the lower class

No money to wipe my arse or buy the food for it to pass

Who can we ask to mend this?

Fuck it, I’ll post a status to my whole friend list

And they can help, a few comments should do it

All I need is some bullshit to help me through it

Ah, that don’t work, no-one's replying

Like me, tryna find work, so I’m sighing like

I don’t wanna put the blame on anybody

But Jesus, there’s a problem with this country

And all we need is a little bit of freedom

But we ain’t seeing it, no

In school, they all knew what my name was

Shameless kid, mooning the class showing his anus

My head teacher told me I was aimless

I said, «I don’t need a career, I’m gonna be famous!»

With this rap shit, I was besotted

But like Jedwards CD, nobody got it

I got so many stories to tell you

Hence I got so many wack songs to sell you

Danielle knew that I’d make it some day

So every monday she would let us run train

British life is quite mundane

Nothing to do besides the knife and gun play

I’m even poorer than most of my relatives

'cause I can’t get pregnant, I only get basic benefits

While the globe tilts on it’s axis

I’ll sign on but still moan when they take my taxes

I don’t wanna put the blame on anybody

But Jesus, there’s a problem with this country

And all we need is a little bit of freedom

But we ain’t seeing it, no