Windrush

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wretch 32] The Windrush take me go ah work over foreign Mi want a better life and mi nah waan beg for it Bring the dinner home, the pickney don't like porridge I miss the sunshine, me still ah freeze and it's August And mi likkle brother pon di wing like Mahrez Him sell a likkle weed and now him haffi pay for it Story of my life, you know it's kinda based on it Story of my life, uh There's no honour amongst thieves I was in the trap selling junk to the junkies Gorillas in the mist got me running with monkeys Gran's disappointed, thinks I've turnеd into Uncey But we just wanna eat 'causе everyone's got the munchies I know they had higher hopes for us But I've been buying gold from selling loads of dust As long as hell's frozen and heaven's over us Then I'ma do the sign of the cross and hope for luck That means running the gauntlet Understand the difference between the hare and the tortoise If I gotta fight for my freedom, I'll never forfeit I'm just tryna find a new reason to be important I'm running out of those Every time I look my wife in the eye, she see a ghost "Tired" ain't the word, "dying" ain't a verb What's a state of mind when your mind's overworked? Even mine's overworked That's because all we do is try hard, then we try again Didn't know life could have you feeling like death Ain't no tapping out, we do it for the kids dem We're from Brixton, but they don't say we're Brits dem I hope when the kids grow, they enrich them With opportunity open arms, not a fist clenched Fire times fire means me burn the system Still we turn up di systems Long as my suit dem linen, it's Clarks I slip in And the rims dem ah chrome pon di Benz And I can blast my riddims and jerk my chicken And still have a roof over mi head And the church bells ringing pon Sunday dinnings With faith and grace we're blessed No matter how dark my skin is, there is no difference We're all just soul and flesh [Chorus: Tendai] You're lying or you're dying, never put it on God We ain't hearing those lies on the newspaper You're lying or you're dying, never put it on God But it's so hard (Yeah, yeah) [Break] We are second-generation Black people in this country The first generation went through that Can't we learn from our old mistakes? West Ham supporters, Millwall supporters, Chelsea supporters Will come together to beat up Black men I have my six-year-old son look pon mi And tell me he waan white [Verse 2: Cashh] You envy me for my moves You don't envy me for my shoes You don't envy me for my shoes 'Cause you know You couldn't go zero minutes down the road Yet you wanna put your heel on my soul So you can step on me and pull my roots out 'Cause you don't want me to grow You fabricate 'cause you don't want me to know Made me fall in love with staying in this place And now you want me to go? Half of the story has never been told Tell me, how many female detainees Did you trick and give pills to kill their babies? 'Cause if the babies were born, then they would have been citizens God knows you all deserve imprisonment Anyway, it's the return of the immigrant Can't get rid of 'em, can't get rid of we Being free one time used to be a dream Till I realised that it's a dream cah I'm still asleep (Wake up, darg, wake up)