Video de: Windrush Lyrics Wretch 32 » Jpop Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Wretch 32 - Windrush Lyrics

Windrush Lyrics[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
The Windrush take me go ah work over foreign
Mi want a better life and mi nah waan beg for it
Bring the dinner home, the pickney don't like porridge
I miss the sunshine, me still ah freeze and it's August
And mi likkle brother pon di wing like Mahrez
Him sell a likkle weed and now him haffi pay for it
Story of my life, you know it's kinda based on it
Story of my life, uh
There's no honour amongst thieves
I was in the trap selling junk to the junkies
Gorillas in the mist got me running with monkeys
Gran's disappointed, thinks I've turnеd into Uncey
But we just wanna eat 'causе everyone's got the munchies
I know they had higher hopes for us
But I've been buying gold from selling loads of dust
As long as hell's frozen and heaven's over us
Then I'ma do the sign of the cross and hope for luck
That means running the gauntlet
Understand the difference between the hare and the tortoise
If I gotta fight for my freedom, I'll never forfeit
I'm just tryna find a new reason to be important
I'm running out of those
Every time I look my wife in the eye, she see a ghost
"Tired" ain't the word, "dying" ain't a verb
What's a state of mind when your mind's overworked?
Even mine's overworked
That's because all we do is try hard, then we try again
Didn't know life could have you feeling like death
Ain't no tapping out, we do it for the kids dem
We're from Brixton, but they don't say we're Brits dem
I hope when the kids grow, they enrich them
With opportunity open arms, not a fist clenched
Fire times fire means me burn the system
Still we turn up di systems
Long as my suit dem linen, it's Clarks I slip in
And the rims dem ah chrome pon di Benz
And I can blast my riddims and jerk my chicken
And still have a roof over mi head
And the church bells ringing pon Sunday dinnings
With faith and grace we're blessed
No matter how dark my skin is, there is no difference
We're all just soul and flesh

[Chorus: Tendai]
You're lying or you're dying, never put it on God
We ain't hearing those lies on the newspaper
You're lying or you're dying, never put it on God
But it's so hard (Yeah, yeah)

[Break]
We are second-generation Black people in this country
The first generation went through that
Can't we learn from our old mistakes?
West Ham supporters, Millwall supporters, Chelsea supporters
Will come together to beat up Black men
I have my six-year-old son look pon mi
And tell me he waan white

[Verse 2: Cashh]
You envy me for my moves
You don't envy me for my shoes
You don't envy me for my shoes
'Cause you know
You couldn't go zero minutes down the road
Yet you wanna put your heel on my soul
So you can step on me and pull my roots out
'Cause you don't want me to grow
You fabricate 'cause you don't want me to know
Made me fall in love with staying in this place
And now you want me to go?
Half of the story has never been told
Tell me, how many female detainees
Did you trick and give pills to kill their babies?
'Cause if the babies were born, then they would have been citizens
God knows you all deserve imprisonment
Anyway, it's the return of the immigrant
Can't get rid of 'em, can't get rid of we
Being free one time used to be a dream
Till I realised that it's a dream cah I'm still asleep
(Wake up, darg, wake up)