China Shop Tourist

The sun sets over cityscape silhouettes

Bright lights flicker

Cigarette smoke pirouettes

It s the addictive kiss of death in effect

I m a little stressed

Spittin liquor breath introspect

Hot like triple X

Getting lost in the mixing desk

Sweat glistens like glitter-balls reflect

Recollect on the dreamscape

Escape the freebase infested police state

Teenage protesters riot in the heatwave

Fire in the streets

Place bets on the sweepstakes

Check how the greed shapes their mindsets

The beast clockin like Timex

Flexin their biceps

There s nothin out here for us

Negative forces force us to live lawless

And spit rawness

I m like a china shop Taurus

I talk of torment

And pen chorus after chorus

BNP berserkers bent on murders

Teens taggin for a sense of purpose

Streets is tense and nervous

So bait it s bound to tempt the serpent s appetite

Parasite paradise

Po-lice patronise

Lappin up a pack of lies

Macho guys

Turn hermaphrodite by candlelight

Still they wanna scandalise mine

Cos I spit rhyme

I m tryin to scrape the paper and escape

Quick-time

Get yours

Utilise your get out clause

Outlaws on course for the great outdoors

I m way out like Cheech Wizard

Keepin warm in the winter blizzard

Bangin my head like Lynard Skynard

I m havin nightmares

I m naked in my groundfloor flat

Grippin a baseball bat

With the backdoor open to night-time predators

Crack heads high like heaven gone wrong

Watchin back street revellers

Revelation of the devil s messed up messengers

Sin is effortless

Yet effecting us

In fact infecting us with disease

Beast inspecting

Expecting us to mess up

Muck up

Leave you bruck up

You ll get beaten the fuck up and cuffed

Some even got snuffed

Others live on to puff another bag

And brag how they re mad tough

Man I ve had enough

There s nothin out here for non of us

There s nothin out here for us

Negative forces force us to live lawless

And spit rawness

I m like a china shop Taurus

I talk of torment

And pen chorus after chorus

Post-modernist

Pre-apocalypse

Livin in this rotten metropolis

Existing with broken homes hearts and promises

Park bench politics

Soapbox soap-bar smokers acknowledge this novelist

The broke pocket economist

On a mission

Fists clenched for the opposition

Sittin tight like Taliban in Tora Bora

The last stand

Now we re livin in the land of the lost

And the age of Sodom and Gomorra

Divide and conquer

You re blocked by the border

Locked by the law and order

The war reporter walks streets

As the cycle of suicidal thoughts repeats

In the minds of the poor and meek

A meat market of morbid freaks

And freebase heads speak to inform the beast

A bleak picture

The cycle of war and peace is crazy vulgar

Sick as the kids that killed Damilola Taylor

And Jamie Bulger

My heart broken open and beating slower

The cold-blooded grow even colder

In a globe so rotten

Like teeth in cola

No hope of mending

A culture of violent endings pending

Our pens become government scapegoats

But no guns bust at my stage show

So yo it s like&

There s nothin out here for us

Negative forces force us to live lawless

And spit rawness

I m like a china shop Taurus

I talk of torment

And pen chorus after chorus

After chorus

After chorus