The Streets - Slow Songs lyrics

They talk about they wanna cut crime down I do something positive and they fly down I'm pissed off, so I lie down Grab a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down Mad poverty n******gs can't get jobs so they buy brown Buy light, drive round Tryna hustle on the streets to get the right pound A little youths getting knifed down Cos n***a got pissed and brought a knife round They don't care about a sign said put the knives down Next little n******gs gonna get the knives now Rinse off the ting and put a life down Think of the sh** we live our lives round That's why I can't understand all the fight down [Hook: Mike Skinner] When the shadows in the sun grow long We listen to a slow, slow song I used to roll strapped up packing a Glock Running round rinsing at the back of a block Used to shot cats whole packets of rock Now I make music, what they planning to block f** these lil' f*ggoty cops I came a long way from a raggedy top Old Reeboks, and my Gravitys on Now everything drops I get my gravity on The whole industry getting mad at me songs Saying they don't like me the way I'm carrying on Been a mad journey These f**er don't know where I'm travelling from Tryna make my buzz lighter Tryna get to me locking down my blud Kyzer Smoke weed while sipping on a Budweiser [Hook: Mike Skinner] It's just a phase we know That hazy glow Coming off the blazing road But I'm like Amir Khan, I appear calm All that clear charm But I clip your ear ole' raw Keep score of what I got In the drawer with the socks Feeling ever more than a lot I used to score shotting at the squats f** it, duck it in the bucket seat Spunked all my currency and my luck, you see Am I grind blind Frightened sometimes Mixing white wine with wine Late nights on the pave like With Dave types Chitter chatter with the latter Wave bye Behave right Let's stay tight [Hook: Mike Skinner]