Estate of Mind

[Verse 1: Oscar Scheller]
All I see is a high rise, no blue skies
Just an estate of mind
Concrete rose pushing through to grow
And everyone's on their phone
'Cause it thinks it makes them less alone
Forgotten how to speak in prose
If I wrote a poem I could set the tone
But I can't hear you, I got my headphones on

[Chorus: Oscar Scheller]
Why is it like this?
Why does it have to be so heartless?
Why does it have to be?
Harder when the sun goes down
Darker when the sun goes down
Like this
Why does it have to be so?

[Verse 2: Miraa May]
I heard this song before, they say it's called London's Burning
I pray they don't hurt him
Little brother take your time with it
Instead of fighting it
In the streets there's no wrong or right innit
I get it, if he violates then wet him
It's the same shit from
Tottenham to Streatham and I'm tired of it
But who do you blame when the streets are laced with pain and
Can't put out the kids when this shit will never change, yeah
And now I'm fucking tired of all these liars all in our way
Fuck these politicians just murderers in submission
Robbing us blind, hurting children and racism kept at bay
They burned down Grenfell tower and it took my heart away
All I can do is get down on my knees and pray pray pray for 'em
Pray pray pray for the day that justice will lead the way
I try my best to survive my city
No tea and crumpets, it gets real gritty, it's London

[Chorus: Oscar Scheller, Jevon]
Like this?
Why does it have to be so heartless?
Why does it have to be?
Harder when the sun goes down
Darker when the sun goes down
Like this (yeah, yeah)
Why does it have to be so?

[Verse 3: Jevon]
I'm from a place where we see flowers on graves
Planted bricks and grew my council estates
Wind our windows down then we scream something foul to the jakes
Loud mouth, blow my loud in your face
Bad manners from bad manors
Family full of crooks and gang bangers
I can't trust nobody because they're back stabbers
Where I'm from I can't floss what I got
I can paint a thousand pictures with this crop that I robbed
But most of my g's got an angry face
Another gravestone with your family's name
Laugh in your face when we bust this case
Praying that death don't come this way
One last chance it's your final go
Fuck it up once you know the cycle go
Wait
I'm praying that it change round
Theresa May you're still a waste gyal, yeah

[Chorus: Oscar Scheller, Oscar Scheller and Miraa May, Miraa May]
Like this?
Why does it have to be so heartless?
Why does it have to be?
Harder when the sun goes down
Darker when the sun goes down
Like this
Why does it have to be so?
Why does it have to be?
Why does it have to be, yeah?
Why does it have to be like this?