Kano - Fightin' The Nation lyrics

Police and thieves in the street
Fightin' the nation with their
Guns and ammunition guns and ammunition

Late night roam the street like
A fox on the road
16, experiment a little heroin and coke
Room full of coke cans, syringes
Poster over the hole where po-po kicked
The door off the hinges
6 kids all living in a flat no jobs no dough
Every dealer on his back
Mums on her own, drunk when she comes home
Days on end sleeps out and don't phone
Daddy don't exist such a cliche these days
So he looks up to the Gs, thieves
Whatever he makes G's take and
Call it a clean slate
Until one day he said he had a job for him
Paid and said "all you have to do is wait
Outside one crib and tell me
When the breader comes in
And who the breaders with and if the shit
Goes to plan you can earn a jib"
That's what I call quick dough
But what he didn't know that
The G was a snitch
And the breaders in the crib were
Selling guns and cutting bricks
And he just phoned the G when the
Breader rolled in and told him
"He with about five man and one chick"
And next thing you know there's
Armed police at the crib
Sirens so loud he's tryna read the fed's lips
And what sounds like "put your
Hands behind your head"
Was actually "don't fucking move and
We won't have to shoot"

Police and thieves in the street
Fightin' the nation with their
Guns and ammunition

Police and thieves in the street
Fightin' the nation with their
Guns and ammunition guns and ammunition
Guns and ammunition

Look how many youths have got guns on 'em
Bustin' 'em eyes on the back of their heads
Can't see in front of them
Enough of 'em, it's time to fuck with 'em
Yeah I got 99 problems and
London's one of 'em
Youths have lost lives from
Stratford to Moss Side
And all they care about is
If they lost stripes
I ain't no preacher MC, I'm feeling MC's
But dig a little a deeper like dynamite
And I know I say some
Bullshit in moments of anger
And it's not cool for the fan club
Just the other day we were
Up late discussing Iraq
Over a glass of champagne
How fucked is that?
I ain't celebrating shit - If I ain't
Using my status to make a change
I ain't ever making hit's
A wise man told me "Kane listen
If you want to fly like an
Eagle you can't fly with pigeons"
An eagle I am for a reason I am
Where I am but how you supposed to make
It out of East Ham when there's

Police and thieves in the street
(and it's easy to end up in
A police van when they're)
Fightin' the nation with their
Guns and ammunition

Police and thieves in the street
Fightin' the nation with their
Guns and ammunition guns and ammunition
Guns and ammunition

Guns and ammunition guns and ammunition
Fighting the nation with their
Guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Bang bang and it ain't nothin' sweet
Believe, peace