Fightin' the Nation (f.k.a. Police & Thieves) - Kano

Police and thieves in the street

Fightin' the nation with their

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Late night roam the street like a fox on the road

16, experiment a little heroin and coke

Room full of coke cans, syringes

Poster over the hole where po-po kicked the door off the hinges

6 kids all living in a flat

No jobs no dough

Every dealer on his back

Mums on her own, drunk when she comes home

Days on end sleeps out and don’t phone

Daddy don’t exist

Such a cliche these days

So he looks up to the Gs, thieves

Whatever he makes G’s take and call it a clean slate

Until one day he said he had a job for him, paid

And said «all you have to do is wait

Outside one crib and tell me when the breader comes in

And who the breaders with and if the shit goes to plan you can earn a jib»

That’s what I call quick dough

But what he didn’t know that the G was a snitch

And the breaders in the crib were selling guns and cutting bricks

And he just phoned the G when the breader rolled in and told him

«He with about five man and one chick»

And next thing you know there’s armed police at the crib

Sirens so loud he’s tryna read the fed’s lips

And what sounds like «put your hands behind your head»

Was actually «don't fucking move and we won’t have to shoot»

Police and thieves in the street

Fightin' the nation with their

Guns and ammunition

Police and thieves in the street

Fightin' the nation with their

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Look how many youths have got guns on 'em, bustin' 'em

Eyes on the back of their heads, can’t see in front of them

Enough of 'em, it’s time to fuck with 'em

Yeah I got 99 problems and London’s one of 'em

Youths have lost lives from Stratford to Moss Side

And all they care about is if they lost stripes

I ain’t no preacher MC, I’m feeling MC’s

But dig a little a deeper like dynamite

And I know I say some bullshit in moments of anger

And it’s not cool for the fan club

Just the other day we were up late discussing Iraq

Over a glass of champagne, how fucked is that?

I ain’t celebrating shit — If I ain’t using my status to make a change,

I ain’t ever making hits

A wise man told me «Kane listen

If you want to fly like an eagle you can’t fly with pigeons»

An eagle I am for a reason I am, where I am but how you supposed to make it out

of East Ham when there’s…

Police and thieves in the street (and it’s easy to end up in a police van when

they’re…)

Fightin' the nation with their

Guns and ammunition

Police and thieves in the street

Fightin' the nation with their

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition

Fighting the nation with their

Guns and ammunition

Police and thieves in the street

Bang bang and it ain’t nothin' sweet

Believe, peace