Pretty

You formed a gang called the mad kids of new street
Your shenanigans couldn't be traced by the police
You're only twelve years old but you know a lot
You've been out watching how your world fucks up

A bottle of water wouldn't make you that sick
But no one around here's got a spare quid
There's not a lot of work around where you live
It's all pretty filthy and your bed's are made of concrete
You're an ice cream girl working on commission
Even if you don't sell any we call you an influencer
The neighbourhood's in shock cause you got you first gun
You say you fight the man who stole the water from your farm

Even if you don't think so
This affects you too
And if you don't think so then that's pretty pitiful

You mother sold chicken at the local market
And now she doesn't have do it anymore
There's a truck loaded full with ice you thought that's strange
But it's the kind of fresh European chicken scraps we sell
So the clucking gone no more chicken run
And your father's been quite into sugarcane rum
No evolution happens when you're thirsty
(tout le monde) fuck Nestlé

Even if you don't think so
This affects you too
And if you don't think so then that's pretty pitiful

Try to think me again, we will find love, yours truly - Africa