Trouble

[Intro: Darcus Howe]
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

[Chorus: Kano]
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

[Verse 1: Kano]
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'

[Chorus: Kano]
Politician, hush don't make a...

[Interlude: Audio of a 999 call]
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

[Bridge: Choir singers]
Trouble, Trouble
I don't need no trouble
Trouble
We don't want no trouble

[Verse 2: Kano]
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

[Chorus: Kano]
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