May Sound Crazy

You can't predict me like the second coming
Growing up with next to nothing
So we had to get it popping
I fell in love with music, similes and metaphors
Who'd have thought that what we came to do
Was what was set in store
Mother raised us in the church
We could never skive
Everything is written
I was dipping through them winter nights
Feel it slip, when we was sitting in the thick of life
I got a story but it (may sound crazy)
Good for nothing neighbours always giving us hell
Gangbanging by the wall
I'm watching Kenan and Kel
Saw my mother real low she was needing some help
That's when Tony came through he wasn't treating her well
Saying life's a little different when you're young and your black
We ain't getting in the club if we come as a pack
So we run and we dash we was coming for cash
It's Brum town where you're finding me at
Somebody run it me back

Yo, somebody run it me back
I got a story but it (may sound crazy)
Uh, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta leave
I gotta spread the word
Around the seven seas
I know the people gotta see it to believe
Well this is it

I didn't think that it could happen till' it happened to me
Just a brother with some passion and a gap in his teeth
I was scraping with assassins in the back of streets
They tried kill me in that moment now I'm back on my feet
Wasn't bothered bout the spirit, I was feeding the flesh
The only benefit we got was one that mother would get
Was telling lies I was good I wish I woulda confessed
I got a story but it (may sound crazy)
And when my ex did me dirty it was breaking me down
I was afraid when she told me that a baby was bound
But we was never gonna be we wasn't taking the vows
So she's wasn't gonna keep
We wasn't waiting around
Now who'd have thought they'll see the day I'm paying company tax
Told my mother just relax everything was intact
Coming from a broken home I had to fill in the gaps
It's Brum town where you're finding me at
Somebody run it me back

Yo, somebody run it me back
Yo, I got a story but it (may sound crazy)
Uh, I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta leave
I gotta spread the word
Around the seven seas
I know the people gotta see it to believe
Well this is it

From one generation to the next
We survive and we thrive so babylon dem getting vex
Brumtown
Can you feel the unity?
Where the streets overflow with creativity
Here we love
We dance our celebrations
Here we speak the language of many nations
From the wind rush generation
To multi-cultural nation
Our sisters and our brothers fight
With self determination
From one generation to the next
We come to raise your consciousness so people gather round
Kofi Stone and Zephaniah from the heart of Brumtown