3 Minute Silence

Dear, Boris, you flopped on so many levels
How the fuck I hear you say, 'inequality is essential'?
I feel, aggravated, I'm disappointed, it's mental
And, it's hard, having drive, when congestion's charging me petrol
Just to get to work
Mum's working for the NHS, you feeling hella' hurt
Said, 'another day, another death, another reverend'
Touch and go, with these touchy subjects, cuh', it's delicate

But, that's the thing about the government, they'll always have puppets on strings making decisions
Making all the choices, for places they've never been in
Boris, you ain't felt the heat, or had a plate in the kitchen
We should sub' you off for Rashford, and make him play your position
He's more united
Little more, upfront, with it, you're more divided
And, if I put my faith in your king, I am mortalising
That's why I keep my powers all within, and I walk with guidance
Ever seen an author authorize it, and call it riot?
Remember, I'm the type you can call a titan
Had Sadiq Khan apologizing, for all the bias
Had so much on my plate, had to water diet
But they're the small things that come your way, when you walk with giants
Dents in my armor, show, it's working
Malcolm Wretch, they tried to shoot me through the curtain
But, I'm for the people, I'm a person
And, with all these royalties, I don't have to be a Sir to give a sermon
I preach, I'm assertive
I speak, I ain't perfect, I try
Have you ever had a birth, or death, on your mind?
That's why, certain race reports get a rage from my side
They say it's not institutional, because it's designed

'Inequality is essential (echoing)'
'There will be cuts'
'I'm an exuberant defender of the (?)'

'Course you are

We wouldn't need canaries, if we knew what was down the mine
You seek, you find
Never got this paper reading through the lines
I'm Father Christmas, all the time
But, the saying, 'the more the merrier' has just got them feeling more obliged
If I give you my skin, would you wrap it round my kids when I'm gone?
My next of kin gets my word, and my bond
And I'm still, tryna' find time, to nurture my son
'Cause in that life lesson, I just need a first, and I've won
And, there's no rehearsal
Caught myself, fathering my dad, that's a role reversal
More time, your actions speak louder, than all your verbal
Tryna' be the center of attention's a lonely circle
Imagine in my race, my race is the only hurdle
Imagine running for the gold
That they stole from your home
And, when you win it back, they say 'congrats', like, it ain't what I'm owed
Stadiums, packed to the back, and they're waving their phones
And, I should be, politically correct, and be thankful, and go?
When there's, blood on my hands, I paid my taxes, and they, shot my old man down the stairs
I drove to the station in a rage, against the machine, but, I realized, you can, only fight the devil with your prayers
We've been praying for so long
Finding human nature in old songs
Until a new complaint, the list goes on
To be frank, I'll, shave off my masters, and go blonde
I ain't just singing to hold on