9/11

Yeah yeah
(Drewback Drewback, Drewback, Drewback)
Yeah
Okay

I can't take anymore
Someone call a reverend
Cuz it's going down like
Nine Eleven
Point to your neighbour
Point to your bredrin
They gon shoot
No thinking twice
No second guessing
And they wonder why we now
Feel some typa way
We don't come to talk
We don't come to play
We can't take anymore
Someone call a reverend
Cuz it's going down like
Nine Eleven
On my
Nine Eleven

My people are poor
Not from their wealth
But the system and law
They holding us down
Long enough so that we choke and we drown
I'm tryna relax
But I'm called upon to spread some gospel on wax
At the bottom is blacks
But my kings and queens we gon rise that's a fact
Fuck the crown court
(Fuck em)
The only judge is our saviour our lord
Man I miss my wo
They should free my darg
And let my brother home
Fuck the news
For the ignorance that you constantly spew
Can't feel subdued
We gon grab the dub cuz we cannot lose
Yeah

I can't take anymore
Someone call a reverend
Cuz its going down like
Nine Eleven
Point to your neighbour
Point to your bredrin
They gon shoot
No thinking twice
No second guessing
And they wonder why we now
Feel some typa way
We don't come to talk
We don't come to play
We can't take anymore
Someone call a reverend
Cuz it's going down like
Nine Eleven
On my
Nine Eleven

On my Nine Eleven
Yeah its going down
Like I live in Devon
My peeps we gotta show heart
Like our name is Kevin
Brother is not your own brother
That you should be cheffin
Huhh
Another guy under the sheets
Whilst his blood still wet on the streets
Rumours swirlin bring the receipts
Whilst someones son is deemed obsolete
Now his crew can't accept defeat
Death is sour
But revenge is sweet
Grab the rambo you grab the heat
Do him up dirty but keep it neat
Just like that its a crazy cycle
From childhood friends
To postcode rivals
Your mum lives here so you feel entitled
To defend your ends but you call it survival
So you done your thing and you thought it was over
Till popo came and licked your door down
Laying on the floor hands on your head now
Didn't hide your knife so you facing life know
FIN
My people have perished
From lack of exposure
Youth Centre foreclosures
Fathers have left or in jail
The system will always be broken
Stay outspoken for the youtdem
I'll be there token
Die on my feet that is my slogan
Bend or fold
Won't do for no one
Ahhh

I can't take anymore
Someone call a reverend
Cuz it's going down like
Nine Eleven
Point to your neighbour
Point to your bredrin
They gon shoot
No thinking twice
No second guessing
And they wonder why we now
Feel some typa way
We don't come to talk
We don't come to play
We can't take anymore
Someone call a reverend
Cuz its going down like
Nine Eleven
On my Nine Eleven