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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghetts
Ghetts
Vocals
EMIL
EMIL
Programming
Sampha
Sampha
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emil Larbi
Emil Larbi
Composer
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Lyrics
Sampha Sisay
Sampha Sisay
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Blue May
Blue May
Mixing Engineer
R-Kay
R-Kay
Producer
Ben Oakland
Ben Oakland
Vocal Recording Engineer
TenBillion Dreams
TenBillion Dreams
Vocal Recording Engineer
EMIL
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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