Kano - Trouble lyrics

The young people have begun the rebellion
Refusing to work they have received very
Little support from other sections of the
Population as a consequence of which
They must find money by these means
We say we are against those
Means not because we
Are moralists, not because we
Are religious freaks, but precisely because
Mugging involves loss of life and liberty
And a continuing attack
Upon that section of the
Black community police brutality
Prison brutality and a full
Wastage of human creativity
That is why we are against it

Politician, hush don't make a sound
Been oppressing us, couple centuries now
And these gunshots never reach your town
It's never on top when you leave your house


But when we go southerns
We might run into some beef or somethin'
Rambo tucked into the jeans or somethin'
But the beef, please
Drop it 'cause it don't make money

All our mothers worry when we touch the road
'Cause they know it's touch and
Go whether we're coming home
And either that's for shit that
Could happen to us or the shit we might do
If you violate the code
It's turning over new leaf times
Moschino jeans full of peace signs
Postcode warring, that's the thing now
Young bucks beefing over street signs
You ever seen a mother tears
Run down Gucci glasses?
The imagery will hit you deep and
Cut through the hard shit
The hood potential not reached
Due to gun barking
It's bad business for the ends man
I'm done talkin' it's all fun keeping score
When it's one nothing
Till loved ones get duppied
Inside a nine nights
Any beef can be squashed if
Hands could be shaken
Any hand can be shaken when the blood dries
I guess that's not a thug line
But Canning Town and Plaistow
That's where the thugs die
Where the slugs fly, then the doves fly
And if you say you like beef
Then you thugs lyin'
These are my words to us, no tongue tyin'
If you stay up ridin', till the sun's risin'
And you're just tryin' to get one
Or get bunned tryin'?
Then we ain't on the same
Side of this sterling linin'

Politician, hush don't make a

Female scream trouble, Trouble
Yeah, no I hear you oh my God i
Can see one of them on the floor
Police Sirens blare
He's on the floor and he's got a knife
Wound and I can see a man holding a knife
He must be about 16 or 17
Police Sirens continue
Intensify then abruptly stop

Trouble, Trouble i don't need no trouble
Trouble we don't want no trouble

I know some youngers that will
Beef on the Main road
Violate the clique and then the K go
They will off a brother on my say so
But when they're given 30 could I look
Mum in the face though? No
Concrete roses, they really grow shit
You see my whole set don't watch the Rolex
Just watch the progress
From mopeds, coke heads and the old Ghetts
15 with a dream, 20 with a gold disk
21, second crib before I got my own whip
27, 28 and 9 was my lowest
30 reupped again, 32, more checks
So why would I throw away
Life for some jokers? Hopeless
Ain't blocks with no Lopez opps in the Focus
I know the roads, yes but
When the goal's bread, it makes no sense
Less condolences and more congratulations
Brought a smile to my face
I heard that Sammy's trading
And K just had a baby, D's an uncle ain't he?
Just got off the phone with Shane
He's investing major gravy
Ghetts ain't looked back since
We blessed them stages
Now man are stepping on planes
With our bredrin Aidan
Still conflicted 'cause man'll bust
Gun on Netflix
But, I show you both sides of the fence
Watch out for splinters rats and sinners
Gangsters, killers with straps and ringers
Tax and figures, your stash was dinner agh!
My only obligation is - give inspiration
This the winners table and
Here's your invitation
No sparklers over 'ere and
All the women taken
We just pop bubbles, pour doubles
We want no trouble
Whine two gyal, we want no trouble
A spend 3 grand, we want no trouble
4 more bottles, we want no trouble
Don't mean we're scared of nobody
Life's just too short for the bullshit man

Politician, hush don't make a sound
Been oppressing us, couple centuries now
And these gunshots never reach your town
It's never on top when you leave your house
But when we go southerns
We might run into some beef or somethin'
Rambo tucked into the jeans or somethin'
But the beef - please
Drop it 'cause it don't make money
Police man, hush don't make a sound
Been locking ghetto youts up centuries now
And these gunshots never reach your town
It's never on top when you leave your house
But when we go southerns
We might run into some beef or somethin'
Rambo tucked into the jeans or somethin'
But the beef - please
Drop it 'cause it don't make money