[04:21.00]He was the son
[04:21.00]Of a rich man from the city
[04:21.00]Moved out of Essex where the views were really pretty
[04:21.00]Life was always comfortable but he never felt content
[04:21.00]He wanted more than a trust fund and feeling bored
[04:21.00]Wanted to describe things those around him still ignored
[04:21.00]It ain＇t where you come from
[04:21.00]It＇s what you think and how you feel
[04:21.00]We are the ones
[04:21.00]Who despite all odds still come sounding fresh
[04:21.00]Cos we know who we be
[04:21.00]All the rest comes naturally
[04:21.00]And now you see
[04:21.00]That despite all odds we still come sounding fresh
[04:21.00]Cos we know who we be
[04:21.00]All the ret comes naturally
[04:21.00]He wanted to effect the whole nation
[04:21.00]Write with the spirit of the guns of Brixton
[04:21.00]Speak with passion move with conviction
[04:21.00]And still take the time to just stop and listen
[04:21.00]So why are you always saying
[04:21.00]That unless he＇s from the streets
[04:21.00]That he don＇t know what it is like to stand
[04:21.00]Upon his own two feet