My Queen Is Ada Eastman - Sons Of Kemet, Joshua Idehen

Still here, still grinding

Hustling and striving

In these dark times, these dark

Minds I’m a diamond

Big Ben is still chiming

They don’t wanna see us smiling

They wanna keep us grimey

But my politics still lively

Still here amongst the sirens

Thunder claps and violence down

Dust in lane I’m scribing

No visits from your Highness

Still here my dear despite

The prophecies of seers

Smashed to pieces on the pier

Put myself back like IKEA

Still here amongst the brass

Garments washed in starch

London wind is biting harsh

Shiver my thin moustache

I’m crude but not into crass

Willing and able and up to the task

They go low we go high it’s a fact

They go low we go high like tax

Still here and cool

Still here like Queen Kasoon

J life leaves and ooh

Old school, like tomatoes too, ooh

Stood on the shoulders of greats

In my hands my own faith

Make my enemies eat the cake

Cry me a river, cry me a lake

Still here God willing

Old rebels still revelling

Calm inside the kettling

Calm though times unsettling

Too dark a mind to settle it

Don’t want the beef that I’m serving

Feline amongst these vermin

Black and proud and determined

Jump in the war left in this ditch

Ate with a priest drive with a witch

Man’s a 9th degree

Heartbreak wherever my flag is pitched

Cutting my hunger for fine things

Learning the lesson that time brings

Acquired this taste for London Pride

Spread my wings in these noxious skies

In these streets, these streets where foxes hide

I’m not yet old and I’m so wise

I take this strife in my stride

I must admit, it’s tough at times

But most don’t like it, I dive in

This never never never never

Ending pressure piling on

I’m still here still unruly

All sound and all fury

All frown and all fury

All gas and all fury

No peers, no jury

Burn UKIP, fuck the Tories

Fuck the fascists, end of story

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em truly

Call me a roach, 'cause I’m resilient

I’m born strong, the son of an immigrant

Struggling element

And I’ll be here

I’ll be here when your cities are sediment

And only your borders and fences are left

I’ll be here when your banks stop selling debt

And all your leaders stop selling death

And you’ve lost all relevance

In the corner with your pen and paper

Scribing your last will and testament

I’m still here

I’m still here

I’m still here

I’m still here

Man still here

I’m still here

I’m still here

Done now