User blog:Muce/S P A enters a new age

"...What trust can we any longer place in government policies that have Rigorously and indeed brutally held down wages, yet at the same time Increased prices and in the process presented us with the biggest Unemployment problem in postwar years..."

These streets are filthy from the sweat and tears We wear our fingers to the bone in search of gold We must protect the children 'cos they fear from the night, whatever's not right We bear witness- the Junkyard means business Shadows in the dark, muggers on the stairs Junkyard warfare some peoples worst nightmare My sides breed alkies looking 10p And cash converters were invented for junkies My neighbors family are like lost sheep and livin here ain't very cheap Thieves from the council stole their money from the streets I ain't had runnin water for weeks [https://genius.com/Taskforce-the-junkyard-lyrics#note-890893 Kids in my flats hardly know how to speak Before they're bunnin down weed and getting STD's] And then they have kids, before their time to live Which is some hard shit, when kids bringin up kids

Times are hard in the junkyard, kids fuck around in the dirt And see white as the only way to work <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">They hold the square cos there's piss on the stairs Little man licks the pipe and blows the smoke high in the air <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">He calls it welfare's prayer, smoking on the shit to feel godly <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Spittin with them cats upstairs <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Cos its dirty down here, God, you get yr robes pealed of yr back <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Crucified in a block of flats <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Junkyard style, from the bricks to the shacks And the pigs chase the cats while the cats feed their habits <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Sometimes I get nostalgic and I hold my old corner <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Where we used to rock that bad magic <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">I get toxic then reflect on the world <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">And Watch cars drive by putting swine before pearls <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Guzzling on L just to keep my head straight In the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate <span avoid-selection="" class="u-noselect" style="box-sizing:border-box;user-select:none;color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;"> <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">You gotta fight to survive blood <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Lash your take to make your food supply right blood <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Hold your own cos the kids are all thugs <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Livin on luck when you ain't got nothing and its all about the buck <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Police on patrol, and streetcorner stars Cats getting prang<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">,  Yards getting blam Shots getting licked so live how you can

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Kids are eating icepoles, throwing stones at busses <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Accosting grannies getting chased and now they've grown up Screwing on the corner with a knife in his pocket Jack you, stab you, kill you, your times up <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">My bloods dirty from the poison that the junkyard breathes <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Everything we touch just dies of disease But still I live here, shine an example to the youngers <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">To think about the way I'm gonna deal with my hunger <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Broke for 3 days,  late giro again <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">New Deal, low pay, big ball and chain <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Tucked into my sock and I don't wanna be bruk <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">I've got the symptoms of the junkyard fever a lot <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">And I'm burning temptation as I look to the stars <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">For a time when we can clean up the Junkyard <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Yeah its hard in the streets for whoever you are <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">When you'rr livin in a place we call the Junkyard;

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">I watched a film called life, through a broken window on the stairs <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">It weren't long before the  boydem<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;"> appeared, all flashlight shining in my face <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Same shit all the time- Junkyard, where our lives don't change <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Little kids like orphans check me for a sponsor on the icepoles <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Nine year olds plottin for a title like Ollie Twist <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Snatch yr purse like a dodger disappear in the bricks <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">The Junkyards a playground, crimes a safe pound, drink's a way out The kids sit and blaze like there's gonna be a drought <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Ain't no love here, not for self or surroundings <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Just close encounters,  and scoundrels of all kinds <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">The money-mad'll rob you blind without foresight <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">And speed off somewhere into the night <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">To get high off this world, create their own space From the Junkyard AKA Highbury Estate

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">You gotta fight to survive blood <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Lash your take to make your food supply right blood <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Hold your own cos the kids are all fucked <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Livin on luck when you ain't got nothing and its all about the buck <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Junkyard- burning bins and dumped cars <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Police on patrol, and streetcorner stars <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Cats getting prang, Yardies getting blam <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Shots getting licked so live how you can

<span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">"Britains economic problem isn't a problem of the decade or even a <span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:Whitney,sans-serif;font-size:18px;">Generation; it arose far back in the 19th century, it'll persist until the 21st"