Windrush

The Windrush tek 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 turned into Uncey

But we just wanna eat 'cause 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 mi 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

Lord

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)

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 man

I have my six-year-old son look pon mi

And tell me he waan white

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)