Lyrics

[Akala : Verse 1] So the saga runs on This is still London same Billy with a truncheon Now aimin their guns on Shots to the sternum Cock Back Burn 'em Or choke an immigrant incase you brothers ain't learnin Here's a little reminder The symbolic debt Like, when they use to hange 'em and tag 'em for stealin bread And all you were focused ons what the victim evolved with Where they on the road did they wear a hoodie or smoke spliffs? Couldn't give a shit if they licked a million shots Death penalty has been abolished, has it not? And I seen way more drugs at Glastonbury than Carnival But they don't feel the need to send the police with arms at all And while the paedophiles walk free Public enemy number one my brother its still you and me To see what's going on, you ain't gotta be a clever sod It's all about race and class just like it ever was