Are we really brothers?
Are we really sisters?
Fired bullets in the street
Doesn’t really seem like family
I remember a dream
Something about unity
But down here it’s forgotten
I think there’s something wrong
With our recollection
Meanwhile,
Gangs add ‘soldiers’ to their collection

‘Noble’ wars, battle of the post-codes
Shanked if you go down the wrong road
“Mandem been warned,
Mandem been told”
They said
God help the ones who try and get bold

Black on Black
Strap on strap
When are we going to lift our heads
Out of the sand?
We’re Britain
We’re broken
And we’re trying to find all the pieces
But I know we can’t solve the whole puzzle
Until we know what ‘Peace’ is