Sometimes

Yeah, I was born in Stoke Newington, Stokey from old city

Where concrete is over trees and all dreams get cut and bleed

Walking free, when I was young I used to duck and weave

Playing up in Clissold Park and laughing in that London breeze

'93, I was a three year old with many schemes

Junior playing football skills with Arsenal just like Henry

Sticker books remember wrestling the young'n takin' I was phased

Used to idolize when he gave you a break-up

I was in a nursery making story cakes, feeling love

For the first time I remember days

When I was bullied, beat up, then kicked and slapped away

Clutching on the monkey bars and hoping they'd all go away

Loved them city sounds and sirens in the dark at night

Helicopters fly above my head, I'd never get afraid

I loved them early days, living in that constant noise

Bustle in my ear was like music to this little boy

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Yeah, we don't know

July '94, we packed up and closed the door

Every note was now just some image I'm returning to

What we left behind, my friends, my cousins, relatives

My birthplace, my first taste of how to live and how to give

Hackney down's playin' fuses the memories

Sittin' on the boat, crying that was all that's meant to be

I was scared of startin' school again; will some be all rude again?

Beat me up and treat me like a fool again.

The green emerald a thousand welcomes negative,

Growin' up a constant outsider never settled quick

Settling was hard when you're treated like a lump of sh*t

Saying you were black and tan, account for what you f*cking did

But I never did nothing, told 'em that so many times

Got in scuffles screamed out loud sayin' sh*t like they were right

I hate that history, I hate that Union Jack

I'll never speak for any man or any flag

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Yeah, we don't know

Sittin' back, staring through the haze of that road on that beaten track

Sittin' back, staring through the haze of that road on that beaten track

It was like I'm in a beast of a lion and me peacefully dying

But I had no friends I could ever rely on

I was sittin' back, watchin' through the haze of that

road on that beaten track

But keeping that evil intact

I put the beat to track

Found freedom, found out

I could be myself, and find my world through my roots back

I never wanted to adapt or in fact take an action or an act

That for years they told me "F*ck facts"

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Sometimes we go and forget where we came from

And we don't know

Yeah, we don't know

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