The Streets - Turn the Page lyrics
[The Streets - Turn the Page lyrics]
That's it, turn the page on the day
Walk away
'Cause there's sense in what I say
I'm forty-fifth generation Roman
But, I don't know 'em or
Care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting
Position and listen, it's fitting
That I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show your face on TV then we'll see
You can't do half my crew laughs at
Your rhubarb-and-custard verses
You rain down curses
But I'm waving your hearses driving by
Streets riding high with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down
The fire raged for forty days
And in forty ways
But through the blaze, they see it fade
The sea of black
The beaming heat on their faces
Then a figure emerges from the wastage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching his sword
Raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After six dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
Five years older and wiser
The fires are burning, on fire, never tire
Slay warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing
Hear the strings rising, the war's over
The bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the Bullring
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new baby's born every day
Few men may be scorned today
But look at things the other way
'Cause it may well be your final day
And then the crowds roar, they slay
They all say
I produced this using only my bare wit
Give me a jungle or garage
Beat and admit defeat
Use war and past injury as
My metaphor and simile
Get all applications in to
Me before the deadline
'Cause it's a fine line between strifeful
Crimes and a life of crime
But, you will reach the day
And it's all mine
You can take it or leave it
I shake and reveal stage
Tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife, gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and
Lakes of blue water
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the Lord judges
Over all of us
It's in this place you'll see me
Brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets
The sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me, my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists
Walk away
'Cause there's sense in what I say
I'm forty-fifth generation Roman
But, I don't know 'em or
Care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting
Position and listen, it's fitting
That I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show your face on TV then we'll see
You can't do half my crew laughs at
Your rhubarb-and-custard verses
You rain down curses
But I'm waving your hearses driving by
Streets riding high with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down
The fire raged for forty days
And in forty ways
But through the blaze, they see it fade
The sea of black
The beaming heat on their faces
Then a figure emerges from the wastage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching his sword
Raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After six dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
Five years older and wiser
The fires are burning, on fire, never tire
Slay warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing
Hear the strings rising, the war's over
The bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like geezers raving
The hazy fog over the Bullring
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new baby's born every day
Few men may be scorned today
But look at things the other way
'Cause it may well be your final day
And then the crowds roar, they slay
They all say
I produced this using only my bare wit
Give me a jungle or garage
Beat and admit defeat
Use war and past injury as
My metaphor and simile
Get all applications in to
Me before the deadline
'Cause it's a fine line between strifeful
Crimes and a life of crime
But, you will reach the day
And it's all mine
You can take it or leave it
I shake and reveal stage
Tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife, gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and
Lakes of blue water
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the Lord judges
Over all of us
It's in this place you'll see me
Brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets
The sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me, my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists