Nothing Good Songtext
von Chimpo

You can′t give the youts nuttin' good and get mad they act bad
Watch the gap turn Baghdad

Folks too bruck to put books up in their backpacks
Too tired to tackle the backchat
A black cat′s path's too easy to cross
But fear's what the media shots
So here′s what we see on the box
The downtrodden, diminished and demonised
But our lives too real to really realise

I see the lies, diggin′ at the blues
'Cause the news ain′t news, they're just givin′ you views
And the rhetoric is venomous
That's why the pigs get forgiven for killing kids that′s weaponless

They're laughing all the way to the bank
Getting paid in advance just for takin' a stance
They got us in their pockets without makin′ demands
I pray we don′t play into their hands


Check how they enslaved the race and raped their ancestors
Came back and painted them aggressors
They're playin′ us for pricks and we're payin′ their expenses
We put 'em into power and they prey on the defenceless
I put ′em in a box 'cause a box is what they come in
Bohemian, Bilderberg, Bullingdon, the proof is in the pudding
But I beg we keep pushin'
′Cause the power′s with the people
Without us they ain't nothin′, nothin'

Talk a lotta smack, but really I got morals
Had a couple slaps and my pride got swallowed
I can lose a fight ′cause I live to see tomorrow
I don't carry knives and if I′m packin', then it's borrowed
I know sorrow, the street game thorough

Peep game, that′s the rules we follow
How you hit, lift, shift bricks and still call po-po?
The game′s fucked up or it's me, man, I don′t know
Play my cards close, so they call me antisocial
Got a problem? Make a mutual phone call
Have we got a problem? Don't be gettin′ vocal on the social
Meet me on road, maybe in Mole
I remember when peeps still followed the code
Now they follow a trend until they end up dead

I remember when my old man said
"Don't shit where you make your bed"