People are being made redundant So my family and friends are amongst them And everybody’s family depends on the lump sum Some ain’t gonna see a salary when the month’s done How are you gonna tell a kid they ain’t got to rob? When the only role model he has just lost his job Unemployed without another choice Setting down the same path he tried to make his son avoid And job seekers, allowance ain’t for everyone We’ve grown, there’s no power in a pellet gun You’re trying to tell a nigga that’s a bread winner Forget dinner and he’ll do things he’s never done It’s the story of the pauper The rich get richer and the poor get poorer But don’t get me wrong, three out of ten will cross the border And be out the ends but still it weren’t a shortcut I understand what it took to do that How my Naomi Campbell had to look to do that What Levi Roots had to cook to do that What kind of weight does top shotters have to push to do that What kind of singer does [?] had to get on the [?] to do that And when you’re trying to push out Of the same place you come from Everybody has a go and pulling you back So, it’s bulletproof this and it’s bulletproof that I don’t expect those from outside the slums to understand this How you gonna relate? Your mum and dad’s rich Welcome to my ends, it’s gully And none of us are getting no inheritance money What’s your life like around there? Sway I bet everything’s honey Yeah, yeah but you’ll crop problems But I bet yours has never been the money Wait, I don’t know you, so I shouldn’t pass judgement Vice versa but sometimes assets can define a person And you ain’t gotta tell me that you’re rich Because I know you are, your life is perfect Is that why you turn your nose up at the lower-class? Or is your life is just as fucked as mine behind curtains? But you don’t wanna show it Because you got a names to uphold, I know But when you come home, you unload And chuck loads of stress Staring in the mirror like, “I’m so depressed” And now you wanna [?] to jet Yeah, I get it Yeah, I get it Because I feel like that, six out of seven days And that’s why a nigga be addicted to lemonades At least some man are spitting the system this Devil made The government have got the nation brainwashed A close friend of mine just left the Caribbean When he got here, he said he should’ve stayed in Barbados I could explain but I’d rather let you read between the lines Yo, hold on, he switched your brain up You couldn’t even read the signs, where’s his brain gone? What can I say, dog? The truth lays beneath the lies But it’s like I’m trying to lead the blinds And they would rather remain lost, forever in the rap race Life ain’t getting no better and it’s facts, mate So I’m lighting up the lemon on a bad day And as I let the zoot settle in my ash tray I’m thinking of all the terrible things man made Things that caused this inevitable rampage I’m hoping I ain’t got vegetables for a fanbase