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Is this the way that it is?

Or the way that’s it gotta be?

Date-rapes and robbery

Shops hotted up, bruv

It’s just like Monopoly

Lifelines slide on like prices of property

High crimes and violence in this life of democracy

Nice times seem like a lie or a prophecy

We gotta stop the poverty

Stealing it from the lottery

Bredders are just a mockery

Fiending it like Pete Doherty

Dreaming of living properly

Living is what I gotta be

What I gotta be

As the daybreak wakes

I see a darker sun

Is getting knocked off the world

And disaster’s come

It’s got the father:

«I'm lost for the answers son.»

Like a last breath straight from my tarred up lungs

I’m so cross with the world that my scars leak blood

It’s insane.

My neck’s hung

But not from death, from shame

I feel strange as I pace these plains

Force-fed imagery on the airwaves

Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase

Force-fed images straight to your screens

Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream

Force-fed imagery on the airwaves

Force-fed imagery;

graffiti on the staircase

Force-fed images straight to your screens

Force-fed images making you scream

I’ve seen A-Grade straight take, rape and cave in brains

But my mate stays quicker than rate of our climate change

Shit’s fucked up bruv, it’s like the diamond trade

And the fact that the state pays straight

Wastes papes at a minimum wage

It’s despicable mate

Yo!

A million villains are chilling, billing, dealing, killing the living

Until they slip into prison

It doesn’t make a difference if they really did or they didn’t

The silly judges make the fickle decisions

With little admission

That’s what’ll cripple the system

At a militant rate

And every minute it’s raised

So I’m livid with rage

Living in hate as the wickedest breh

Depicting pictures, grilling victims with the lyrics I make

It’s sticky business building quickly on the illest estates

A million slaves

Grace the image I place

Right here

Living here in the city which is filling with rage

Force-fed imagery on the airwaves

Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase

Force-fed images straight to your screens

Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream

Force-fed imagery on the airwaves

Force-fed imagery;

graffiti on the staircase

Force-fed images straight to your screens

Force-fed images making you scream

Yo!

I’m sly with the mystique

Depicting these sick dreams

Through means of a slipstream

Pristine screens slip clean off my lips like

Leaves in the wind’s breeze

Under the tree of mystery I bleed imagery

Sick with the wish of a winning streak

Sins speak deeper than the whisper from the Grim Reaper

Grips around your heart in a second like a seizure

The streets bring the heat like you’re living with a fever

Force-fed imagery on the airwaves

Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase

Force-fed images straight to your screens

Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream

Force-fed imagery on the airwaves

Force-fed imagery;

graffiti on the staircase

Force-fed images straight to your screens

Force-fed images making you scream