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Windrush
Wretch 32
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The wind rush tek mi guh ah work over foreign
Mi want a better life and mi nuh wan' beg for it
Bring the dinner home, the pickney don't like porridge
I miss the sunshine, it still ah freeze and it's August
Had mi likkle brudda pon wing like Mahrez
Sell ah 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 sellin' junk to the junkies
Gorillas in the mist got me runnin' with monkeys
Grans disappointed, thinks I've turned into Unky
But we just wanna eat 'cause everyone's got the munchies
I know they had higher hopes for us
But I've been buyin' gold from sellin' 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 runnin' 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 runnin' out of those
Every time I look my wife in the eye, she see a ghost
Tired ain't a word, dyin' ain't a verb
What's a state of mind when your mind's overworked?
Even mine's overworked
And that's becah all we do is try hard, then we try again
Didn't know life could have you feelin' like death
Ain't no tappin' 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 we burn the system
Still, we tun up di systems
Long as my suit dem linen, it's Clarks I slip in
And the wings dem are chrome pon di Benz
And I can blast my riddim and jerk my chicken
And still have a roof over mi head
And the church bells ringin' pon Sunday dinings
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
You're lyin' or you're dyin', never put it on God
We ain't hearin' those lies on the newspaper
You're lyin' or you're dyin', never put it on God
But it's so hard, yeah, yeah
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 could 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 stayin' 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
Bein' free one time used to be a dream
'Til I realised that it's a dream cah I'm still asleep
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Wake up, Dad
Wake up
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