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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghetts
Vocals
EMIL
Programming
Sampha
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emil Larbi
Composer
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Lyrics
Sampha Sisay
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Blue May
Mixing Engineer
R-Kay
Producer
Ben Oakland
Vocal Recording Engineer
TenBillion Dreams
Vocal Recording Engineer
EMIL
Producer
Lyrics
Check the foundations
Structural imbalance
Falling double standards, I fell on my face
Hands in the rubble
People walking over me
I was one of them and kept walking away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away
Look around the world, all I see is double standards
A mum naming her son Mohammed is a madness
Jack's in the airport with drugs in his baggage
And security are troubling Mohammed 'bout a sandwich
I was on the phone with a pal of mine
They asked me why their helping Ukraine and not Palestine
And I replied "brown skin", we were so whitewashed
Laughing at names we had problems pronouncing
Kwam said that his name is Jerome
And he's from the Caribbean just so people would leave him alone
And I remember it was fufu and voodoo jokes
Until he found the same ting that gave the Zulus hope
Sarah's dad hates Blacks, but her baby's mixed race
And all he's thinking is, "She may have been raped"
Imagine being light skin, but grandad's racist
And every time you're there you hear an African statement
Look around the world, all I see is double standards
Even Mark Zuckerberg covers up his cameras
Steve Jobs never let his kids use an iPad
And my kids think that I'm bad, "MAD"
Nya had no TV until she was a grown up
I used to think, "What the fuck?" when she told us
The government have got us in a chokehold
A hero if I kill for my country, and a villain if I kill for my postcode
Only fighting for my freedom if it comes to it
You gotta use your brain before you put a gun to his
I had to lose my way before I understood the trip
The good die young, the cemetery's full of 'should've beens'
These days, I'm doing more and saying less
What's war? War's rich white men playing chess
What for? Well, it's all about the land they finesse
God made man and then man made a mess
Check the foundations
Structural imbalance
Falling double standards
I fell on my face
Hands in the rubble
People walking over me
I was one of them and kept walking away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away
They're giving brothers life sentences for drugs
While a paedophile will probably get less than 20 months
In the same court, same day, same judge
We only break the law because the law tries to break us
So how am I meant to be corrected
When they put my name and address in the papers
But a child molester's identity's protected?
Is anyone addressing these failures?
I just spoke to my mum, ah, man
She said police just killed another unarmed man
Everyone complains
But nobody wan' go back home, it come like we don't love our land
Everyone's in Ghana in December
Come back home and start complaining 'bout the weather
Raheem can score a hundred goals
But when he miss a penalty, it's monkey jokes, whoa
And they got everybody clapping for the NHS
But they don't wan' put no cash into the NHS
Soon it's gunna be, "What happened to the NHS?"
Politicians getting paid more than teachers
Satan getting praised more than Jesus
Most bad bitches ain't artists
But they still paid for their features
It's the realest coming through the speakers
Yeezy's the only reason we wore Adidas
And I don't wear Balenciaga anymore
And now I've said it, Fashion Week probably won't have me seated
Deep it, here's a likkle insight
Peep it, there goes my invite
I preed it, no one's speaking, that's why I'm a outsider on the inside
I got beef with the HMRC
The tax man jacks man, takes half my P
I'm looking at the total, blud, can't you see?
Every time I pay tax, it's hard to breathe
I don't know if I'm parro man
But I can talk about killings and drug dealings
But "Black Rose" is my only tune that's shadow-banned
The thing is, they got us mixed up, son
They want us to be like the slaves in the field
All we keep doin' is looking to the big house
That's not our aim, that's not our purpose
Let's own the field, turn our direction, turn around
Let's look from their view
They see the land, they see the world
All we kept, they kept us with the view lookin' to the big house
The house that master on, we got the wrong world view
Writer(s): Sampha Sisay, Justin Jude Clarke Samuel, Emil Larbi
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