Let me tell you about my road, where I live and the London I know
No rose tinted image, no butlers, no heirs to the throne
Mine is a world filled with hustlers and girls with no soul
(They sell it all, sell it all)
Youths with their guns and their knives and their bad attitudes
Feel they've nothing to lose
Chorus
So much to say, can't keep it to myself
So much to change, there's gotta be a better way
So much to say, can't keep it to myself
We can all turn a blind eye, pretend and just walk by today
But tomorrow we'll all have to pay
Verse 2
I steer clear of my neighbours they do me no favours at all
There's no coffee mornings just arguments heard through the wall
And I can't let them in cause they'll just be pricing my things
(sell it all, sell it all)
There's no Robin Hood theres just Robber's with hoods on my street
Who you don't want to meet
Chorus
So much to say, can't keep it to myself
So much to change, there's gotta be a better way
So much to say, can't keep it to myself
We can all turn a blind eye, pretend and just walk by today
But tomorrow we'll all have to pay
Mid 8
Looking back and thinking of the days of my youth
We were poor but we weren't so bruised
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
Coming home late at night, gotta look from left to right
Never sure, hear a sound, is it safe or who's around
Hear a shout, hear a scream, a cry for help and someone bleeds
That's what goes with the territory