From Brixton to Bounds Green Something's coming up A new generation That couldn't give a f** Always being lied to Never given love Never made an impact So their spilling blood Cause things ain't nice round here anymore The heart of the city Is getting rotten to the core Your life is respected About as much as the law Keep your thoughts to yourself And your eyes to the floor [Chorus] The laying on of hands.. All pain is soothed... Soon we'll understand... These words of truth From Battersea to Hackney Something's brewing up The old generation Are getting out of touch Their hands are on the wheel But our feet our on the clutch And our generations Running out of trust Cause things ain't nice round here anymore Every other corner another crack who*e Can't see no further than the next score As a little girl you won't believe what she saw [Chorus x2]