My City (Bodhi Vs. George The Poet) - Bodhi, George the poet, Tazer

My city has a lot of faces

Some can be found in forgotten places

Comfortably sound with a lot of graces

The Sun could be down on his hungry town but in London he found him a shot at

greatness

My city has a lot of faces

Some can tell you what a «loss of faith» is

Be-Fore we hated people we were all created equal then we

Learnt to despise the strife and

Forgot that variety’s the spice of life — look around you

Constantly standing on the brink of history

Watching newsreaders linking mysteries

Even though a few reporters taught us to be cautious ‘cause they

Stink of this disease called inconsistency

See, my city has a lot of faces

Four of them belonging to Big Ben

The rest of them hidden behind big business and Big Brother

Ensures all of them are monitored with them

Under social tensions you can see London languishes:

30% minorities, 300 languages

Differences — race and class, it’s all enormous

But the common ground we found surpasses all the borders

If you meet a rich man, ass-kiss all his daughters…

Or his sons.

We all live once

And who among us wouldn’t want all of his funds?

That’s rhetorical but I don’t need call and response

To know that’s how Londoners are from time to time

Only got the time to grind and whine

Technically I’m from an elegant city but I’m not the kind to wine and dine

I grew up around lots of crime, the violent kind

You might have heard about the rocks, the grime, the hype and shine

It’s not just Cockney rhyming slang, we’ve got block-beef, violent gangs

Awkward interactions which most don’t force

Children navigating through postcode wars

In estates with the least funding, look at the state of East London

That’s a paradox:

Witness economy blooming for the have-a-lots:

Business is gonna be booming

But there’s a difference between having a front row seat and watching from the

sidelines

TFL knows the world is your Oyster as long as you can afford it

Even though you might need to re-mortgage just to get from Aldwych to Shoreditch

Inconvenient if you’re poor, which

Could be expected in a tax system where the more rich get more rich

273 times the wealth of the poorest yet your door is next door to the extra poor

We look on the bright side but we’re vexed for sure

Like all we have to ourselves is sex and war

And a lot of diversity, so what could I personally Hate a complexion for?

I see different coloured hands outstretched for more

Feel free to come to London and still see the London Dungeon

Experience a tube of mad claustrophobics

Where food and bad posture don’t mix

And join us in moving along to the groove of the song

What a sight to see, we could swap a nicety

Some of us feel you’ve forgotten my city

But hopefully you’ll be proving us wrong

If you can take the rough with the smooth then it’s on