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The Truth

from Ghettolutionary by Mark Anthony

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Stop being so naive, now I see that
'Nuff of the familiar faces I see,
Everyday, are selling the yay for the police,
Tell me, Why is it so difficult to believe,

5-O provide the High Road with drugs?
And you blame guys you stereotype as thugs!
Now a gun wid a likkle red light and slugs
Can end the beef or send me to Wormwood Scrubs,

But what drives me barmy is, those who hardly
Know the details prevail to blame Yardies and,
Black Music for leading people astray, guns, drugs,
But they're cussing the Government same way?

Nah! It don't sound right! I'm telling you, brother, It's one or the other,
You need to hear what you sound like.
Somebody looking in from the outside,
Who isn't struggling to survive in the Southside.

Matches and candles, cooking without lights,
Nowadays when I'm dreaming, all I'm seeing is Pound signs (£)
As long as you want yours, I ain't leaving without mine,
The 'hood is just a monopoly board without dice.

Fuck you AND your Degree! I ain't feelin' you,
Telling me go to University, like I'm a heediot,
When I graduate, employment isn't immediate,
Either I'm "over-qualified" or I need "more experience".

There you go, big Degree or P.H.D.,
But no J-O-B though,
So I need no (nah)
No advice from a naive negro to curb my ego.

Listen, I won't say it 'cos you're educated,
Blood, it's 'cos you underestimated,
The power of a system that locks us out
Of decent jobs, if we shot, they lock us down.

C.I.D. can't wait to shut me down,
Meanwhile, the M.E.T. hunt me down,
And killers from over The River wanna gun me down,
Survive or die in Southside London Town.

Fuck the police! Upholding which laws?
They CAUSE the beef and ignore the street wars,
Walkin' 'round like supreme overlords,
And when it's war, quick to call reinforcements.

Wanna convince me of their importance,
Brain washing the youth, creating orphans,
Giving us table scraps in biscuit portions,
This ridiculous predicament needs sorting, quick!

We're being enslaved by all sorts of pricks,
Charging interest on loans and mortgages.
And we're being controlled by all of this,
Sick to death I can't take much more of this.

It's that deep, I'll take a backseat,
My People come first, My People have needs,
I'm a Black seed, a warrior, that's me
Sick to the back teeth of the powers that be, cah

I wanna open the eyes of The People!
Uncover the Government lies to The People!
Rise and join the front line and finally expose,
The Devil in Disguise to the People!

Nah! Never surrender my fight for The People!
I'll struggle and fly the flag high for The People!
Push come to shove I'll die for My People!
Gladly sacrifice my life for The People!




from Ghettolutionary, released October 2, 2010
produced by Spectral / EBUQ
DowntownSoul Ltd / Open Mind Entertainment / Elements Bound


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