May Sound Crazy (feat. Benjamin Zephaniah)

You can't predict me like the second coming Growing up with next to nothing So we had to get it popping I fell in love with music, similes and metaphors Who'd have thought that what we came to do Was what was set in store Mother raised us in the church We could never skive Everything is written I was dipping through them winter nights Feel it slip, when we was sitting in the thick of life I got a story but it (may sound crazy) Good for nothing neighbours always giving us hell Gangbanging by the wall I'm watching Kenan and Kel Saw my mother real low she was needing some help That's when Tony came through he wasn't treating her well Saying life's a little different when you're young and your black We ain't getting in the club if we come as a pack So we run and we dash we was coming for cash It's Brum town where you're finding me at Somebody run it me back Yo, somebody run it me back I got a story but it (may sound crazy) Uh, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta leave I gotta spread the word Around the seven seas I know the people gotta see it to believe Well this is it I didn't think that it could happen till' it happened to me Just a brother with some passion and a gap in his teeth I was scraping with assassins in the back of streets They tried kill me in that moment now I'm back on my feet Wasn't bothered bout the spirit, I was feeding the flesh The only benefit we got was one that mother would get Was telling lies I was good I wish I woulda confessed I got a story but it (may sound crazy) And when my ex did me dirty it was breaking me down I was afraid when she told me that a baby was bound But we was never gonna be we wasn't taking the vows So she's wasn't gonna keep We wasn't waiting around Now who'd have thought they'll see the day I'm paying company tax Told my mother just relax everything was intact Coming from a broken home I had to fill in the gaps It's Brum town where you're finding me at Somebody run it me back Yo, somebody run it me back Yo, I got a story but it (may sound crazy) Uh, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta leave I gotta spread the word Around the seven seas I know the people gotta see it to believe Well this is it From one generation to the next We survive and we thrive so babylon dem getting vex Brumtown Can you feel the unity? Where the streets overflow with creativity Here we love We dance our celebrations Here we speak the language of many nations From the wind rush generation To multi-cultural nation Our sisters and our brothers fight With self determination From one generation to the next We come to raise your consciousness so people gather round Kofi Stone and Zephaniah from the heart of Brumtown