Intro

Lyrics

Chapter 1 [Intro: Noel Clarke] "Life. It's funny. And not in a "Haha" way. So if you want something you've gotta grab it yourself. You gotta take the bull by the horns and you gotta make your own chances. You gotta make your own opportunity, create your own destiny. You know they say if one door closes another one opens, but that's fucking bullshit. Don't you wait, you get through the fucking window. And this is for all of you, this is for all my young inner city brothers and sisters, the ones with the ambition, the ones with the drive. You show these industry doubters you are more than they think you are. You show them you are gonna stand strong when they try and make you question yourself. You show them that they can't keep stealing your music, your culture and get away with it. They can't keep claiming they made you, cus you will make yourself, you will make your own platforms, you will build your own audience, you will create your kingdom and put yourself beside the people they told you you should look up to. And when you get there, you tell them Clarke sent you. And you tell them the revolution will not be televised, it will be live streamed. And it's here…" [Verse: P Money] I came from the belly of the beast I was born in south leaning toward the east Man were eating bread while I was begging for a piece And I clapped two hands and man begged for peace like (P Money I beg you please) No I beg you please, I beg you sweat, I beg you bleed, I beg you cry, I beg you grieve I beg you feel the pain I endured when I lost NE Beg you be so young and chose to lead I beg you get bumped on your first CD I beg you leave, in fact I beg you crash and nearly die on Ed Sheeran's collab EP I beg you make P's and lose over greed I beg you stress, I beg you slip in fact you know what I beg you go through all of this and I beg you lot beg me for shit (fuck off) I beg you leave me man I'm fine I beg you not tell me bout grime I been this for time, like I school a cokehead about lines This year I'm claiming what's mine Tell them to keep the co-sign I'll teach a man to suck up I'll teach a man to really grind Pirate radio back in time On a school night, way past your DJ's bed time And I pretended that the albums ain't signed Fu-fu-fuck these breddas No longer have I got love for these breddas We ain't friends I don't buck these breddas I don't wanna hear man asking me for a verse I'd rather play on PC and then be called a nerd Or learn a Lord of the Rings script word for word You know what I beg this gets heard