My City

My City has a lot of faces Some can be found in forgotten places Comfortably sound with a lot of graces The Sun could be down on his hungry town but in London he found him a shot at greatness My City has a lot of faces Some can tell you what a “loss of faith” is Be-Fore we hated people we were all created equal then we Learnt to despise the strife and Forgot that variety’s the spice of life – look around you Constantly standing on the brink of history Watching Newsreaders linking mysteries Even though a few reporters taught us to be cautious ‘cause they Stink of this disease called inconsistency See my city has a lot of faces Four of them belonging to Big Ben The rest of them hidden behind big business and Big Brother Ensures all of them are monitored with them Under social tensions you can see London languishes: 30% minorities, 300 languages Differences – race and class, it’s all enormous But the common ground we found surpasses all the borders If you meet a rich man, ass-kiss all his daughters… Or his sons. We all live once And who among us wouldn't want all of his funds? That’s rhetorical but I don’t need call and response To know that’s how Londoners are from time to time Only got the time to grind and whine Technically I’m from an elegant city but I’m not the kind to wine and dine I grew up around lots of crime, the violent kind You might have heard about the rocks, the grime, the hype and shine It’s not just Cockney rhyming slang, we've got block-beef, violent gangs Awkward interactions which most don’t force Children navigating through postcode wars In estates with the least funding, look at the state of East London That’s a paradox: Witness economy blooming for the have-a-lots: Business is gonna be booming But there’s a difference between having a front row seat and watching from the sidelines TFL knows the world is your Oyster as long as you can afford it Even though you might need to re-mortgage just to get from Aldwych to Shoreditch Inconvenient if you’re poor, which Could be expected in a tax system where the more rich get more rich 273 times the wealth of the poorest yet your door is next door to the extra poor We look on the bright side but we’re vexed for sure Like all we have to ourselves is sex and war And a lot of diversity, so what could I personally Hate a complexion for? I see different coloured hands outstretched for more Feel free to come to London and still see the London Dungeon Experience a tube of mad claustrophobic's Where food and bad posture don’t mix And join us in moving along to the groove of the song What a sight to see, we could swap a nicety Some of us feel you've forgotten my city But hopefully you’ll be proving us wrong If you can take the rough with the smooth then it’s on