It's On - Roots Manuva

Judge em on the come up

It’s bound to be your bad luck

Instantly running ways to survive

You judge a man by the risk he takes

Change his faith and place himself

Up in the dreamscape

Free from the trappings

The flesh will trap him

The flesh will tap him

And these lights look bright in the city

And one day this might be his city

He got more dreams than Luther King

The pipes of peace mightÿ do for him

But some get peace by keeping the peace

In easy reach and being quick to squeeze

The role takes a hold of you

Becomes the whole of you

You’reÿ looking at the stolen youth

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose

The role takes a hold of you

Becomes the whole of you

You’reÿ looking at the stolen youth

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose

Honour among thieves is the talk of a fool

The only protection is the talk of your tool

Decent people just stand by watching pure

Disbelieving happy it’s not him

How long does the madness last

How long is a piece of string

Your better off being mad as a…

And then you won’t have to face a thing

Run and hide a french kiss to chaos

Standing firm and waiting for the pay off

These areÿ those types of days

Where it ain’t no use in being afraid

The game played here cuts strings it’s rules

The game played here has a couple of rules

The pain is life, the painÿ is death

It’s plain as life, it’s plain as breath

The role takes a hold of you

Becomes the whole of you

You’reÿ looking at the stolen youth

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose

The role takes a hold of you

Becomes the whole of you

You’reÿ looking at the stolen youth

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose