Lyrics : Miles Hopcraft
Music : Miles Hopcraft
I used to live in South London
There’s not much of it left
He used to part of a team
There’s not much of them left
But it's all bless
Don't even stress
I figured we were the same
Come from scattered bottled broken estates
His loose lips kept their promise
Blowing off the heads of broken promise
Priced out forced change
More rent to pay
Locked down full days
Big blue out late
Slow times hold weight
Cut ties outbreak
Make no mistake
We’ll show our face in
South South South South
Steel bars on his head
Fighting habits and threats
Drinking low tides
Skating Brixton at night
The country's a mess
Showing. no progress
We’ll build this fire from the troops and the lies
Dancing round the issue
Their fighting for their crown
Their trying to keep us under the thumb and keep our minds locked down
Your questions are your answers
You know it in your soul
They don't want to be truthful
They don't want to lose control of
South South South South
I used to live in North London
There’s not much of it left