South

I used to live in South London

There’s not much of it left

He used to part of a team

There’s not much of them left

But it's all bless

Don't even stress

I figured we were the same

Come from scattered bottled broken estates

His loose lips kept their promise

Blowing off the heads of broken promise

Priced out forced change

More rent to pay

Locked down full days

Big blue out late

Slow times hold weight

Cut ties outbreak

Make no mistake

We’ll show our face in

South South South South

Steel bars on his head

Fighting habits and threats

Drinking low tides

Skating Brixton at night

The country's a mess

Showing. no progress

We’ll build this fire from the troops and the lies

Dancing round the issue

Their fighting for their crown

Their trying to keep us under the thumb and keep our minds locked down

Your questions are your answers

You know it in your soul

They don't want to be truthful

They don't want to lose control of

South South South South

I used to live in North London

There’s not much of it left