Wake Up

[Intro] Yeah The year 2007 marks the 200th anniversary of the abolition of slavery These are my views Hear my words Listen, listen [Verse 1] I woke up this morning so I had to make a new track This is the difference between true stories and true facts This right here is what waking up feels like This is the difference between real talk and real life It’s a treacherous road so mind the GAP Because they try to blur the lines between lies and facts They told you, it was finished, but that’s all a lie ’Cos there’s children in them sweatshops, some as young as four or five Check the tongue on your trainers These slave-made products are brought here to get endorsed by somebody famous So we think it looks cool While slaves are stitching footballs in Pakistan I break it down in a way that other rappers can’t It’s hard to stop sleeping and wake up, ’cos it’s too real But if karma doesn’t get you first then the truth will We're living in some wild days According to Unicef there’s 246 million child slaves So… [Hook] Wake up Open your eyes and listen to this Cos little innocent kids are stitching them kicks I'm ticked off, cos we're living this myth The devil's biggest of tricks was convincing the people he didn't exist So.. Wake up You think it ended but it never did It put the chocolate in our mouth The logos on our freshest kicks The logos on our backs, the coffee we drink, almost everything There’s more slaves on earth right now than there’s ever been [Verse 2] You're listening to the wrong rappers Companies use child slaves then blame it all on their subcontractors Don’t need to guess who sewed those jeans, but who’s buying these clothes Who gives us cocoa beans from the Ivory Coast? The answers are Mars, but you don't need to search the skies They’re in Asian sweatshops making Mickey Mouse merchandise Nowadays it's less to do with the colour of your skin, fam It’s more to do with the country that you’re in, fam Won't stop spitting until there’s a change Every purchase that we make, keep the children in chains It’s so twisted and strange to me Some parents are so poor they sell their own kids into slavery It’s an ugly state of affairs Slaves used to pick cotton but now they stitch ticks on the trainers we wear When they tell you it’s finished, don’t let them ’Cos it’s still here, even though it got abolished in 1807 [Hook] [Verse 3] This is for those who kept faith And all the children around the globe getting sold as sex slaves Back in the day it was bad but this is the next phase Nowadays everything’s in our hands fam, let’s change In these tragic times, we gotta analyse these rappers rhymes The fact is they're blind, and they glamourise a pack of lies The powers that be got us distracted but we have to fight ’Cos these days it’s not as simple as being black or white We need to fix our lives and get some unity ’Cos ’til the feds get their weapons, shoot-executing me Putting me back to sleep is something you could never do to me Yours truly, Lowkey, the rapper slash revolutionary Do your research if you don't believe it still exists It’s just a matter of how long can we live with it You could call me a hypocrite ’Cos if you look at my shoe on my foot right now, you’d see a little tick on it