Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nes Bizawi
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Wake up in the morning police at my door
Shake up neighbours robed from bikes next door
Wealthy are worried as crime amass
But they go and throw their bins at the council estates
A guy punched another guy unconscious over race
Because a punk made a prank and laughed to face
Kicking footballs parked cars are goals
The coach won't snitch who punched and scored
Old brits politics
Look at us immigrants
Old hits prejudice
They preach vigilance
It fits they think
We're blamed for their sins
We came for the kids
Partisanship
This is how it is here
I guess I know
Bermondsey
Reputation cold
You watch me work and I'll watch you roam
I'll pay more taxes but you'll own a home
I judge
It's facts of life
I hold grudge
Unhealthy strife
I judge
It's facts of life
I hold grudge
Unhealthy strife
School commences my kid is inside
Moms bring their kids wearing ropes and vibes
Hopes and thighs they make an effort
In birthday parties they sit separate
They come to pick at 3, no after school
Don't tend to smile at me, we judge it's cool
Don't you work, what the hell?
The court swarms with kids and vapor smell
They stay up late, shoot at sleeping windows
Toy guns become stones with racial lingos
Anti something to the point of violence
You'd think they'd know how to communicate after all those hours
Socializing and learning something
You twat
Judgy twat
Judgy twat
You Judgy twat
You twat
Judgy twat
Judgy twat
You Judgy twat
I judge
It's facts of life
I hold grudge
Unhealthy strife
I judge
It's facts of life
I hold grudge
Unhealthy strife
Written by: Nes Bizawi