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Brixton

Singer/Songwriter

Brixton was released on June 12, 2026 by Mutleys kennel club records as a part of the album Love, Loss & Legacy

Song Details

AlbumLove, Loss & Legacy

Release DateJune 12, 2026

LabelMutleys kennel club records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM67

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ramon Thomas

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ramon Thomas

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, look, it's Electric Avenue but the lights stay dim,

Life's a coin toss and the chances are slim.

I seen 'em posted on the corner by the chicken shop clock,

Moving white, moving green, trying to bubble the block.

It's a cycle, it's a trap, it's a heavyweight crown,

Where the fiends hunt a fix just to bring 'em back down.

The feds circling like vultures in the mid-day sun,

But the streets talk louder when you're holding a gun.

It's a cold world, fam, and the jacket's too thin,

Nobody's keeping score of the mess that we're in.

Cold winds blowing through the frontline streets,

Where the shadows dance to the siren's beat.

We're losing brothers to the steel and the lead,

Tears watering the pavement for the young and the dead.

Oh, Brixton, you're beautiful but you're breaking my heart,

Watching every family just fall apart.

Now let's talk about the metal, let's talk about the blades,

How a fifteen-year-old's life just suddenly fades.

One wrong look, one postcode, one petty little beef,

Now a mother's in the chapel drowning in her grief.

It's a puncture wound deeper than the skin can show,

It's the hollow in the chest where the love used to grow.

The block's got a memory, it's written in the stains,

From the pellets in the brick to the blood in the drains.

We're dodging copper shells while we're chasing the bag,

But the only thing we're catching is a white body bag.

Cold winds blowing through the frontline streets,

Where the shadows dance to the siren's beat.

We're losing brothers to the steel and the lead,

Tears watering the pavement for the young and the dead.

Oh, Brixton, you're beautiful but you're breaking my heart,

Watching every family just fall apart.

I walk past the murals and I see the ghosts' faces,

Familiar names in all the most hollow places.

The sirens are the lullabies that put us to sleep,

While the secrets of the hustle are the ones that we keep.

If you're selling on the landing or you're using in the hall,

The system's built a cage just to watch us all fall.

It's more than just a struggle, it's a war for the soul,

Trying to keep your head up while you're losing control.

Brixton raised me, yeah, it gave me the grit,

But it's hard to stay a flame when the rain won't quit.

Cold winds blowing through the frontline streets,

Where the shadows dance to the siren's beat.

We're losing brothers to the steel and the lead,

Tears watering the pavement for the young and the dead.

Oh, Brixton, you're beautiful but you're breaking my heart,

Watching every family just fall apart.

Keep your head up, don't let 'em take your light,

Even when the sirens screaming through the night.

From the drug sell to the cell, from the trigger to the grave,

How many more lives are we trying to save?

Yeah, Brixton... we're just trying to survive the maze.

Written by: Ramon Thomas

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