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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Lu
Bass
Alexis Adimora
Vocals
Blake Cameron
Drums
Giles Kwakeulati King-Ashong
Drums
Tagara Mhizha
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Romans-Hopcraft
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wu-Lu
Producer
Max Lyons-Depont
Engineer
Lyrics
I used to live in South London
There’s not much of it left
He used to part of a team
There’s not much of them left
But it's all bless, don't even stress
I figured we were the same
Come from scattered bottled broken estates
His loose lips kept their promise
Blowing off the heads of broken promise
Priced out forced change
More rent to pay
Locked down full days
Big blue out late
Slow times hold weight
Cut ties outbreak
Make no mistake
We’ll show our face in
South, South, South, South
Steel bars on his head
Fighting habits and threats
Drinking low tides
Skating Brixton at night
The country's a mess
Showing no progress
We’ll build this fire from the troops and the lies
Dancing 'round the issue
Their fighting for their crown
Their trying to keep us under the thumb
And keep our minds locked down
Your questions are your answers
You know it in your soul
They don't want to be truthful
They don't want to lose control of
South, South, South, South
I used to live in North London
There’s not much of it left
My city know we living inna this
254 know even more than my history
Knows doors we whispered to on floors made of prism
Know forgiveness, know everything
But my soul’s a bloody mystery
Embers know of homes swept away by the furnace
Ever seen a city burn alert?
Learn to worship the dust
Cup overflowing bricks, we deserved it
We heard you, but do we keep the church or the service?
Sermons feeling further away from my verbiage, I’m hurting
Winter clapping back at my sternum, it’s murking me
I respect the urgency, earnestly
If it cracks the spirit of a lion it deserves it
I’m afraid that day ain’t today or another Jah
Cover me and whatever will need to be covered
Cover everything weather I’m in need or I got it
City in my pocket clutching at my solace
Written by: Miles Romans-Hopcraft