They call me urban folk
But I'm just poor and broke
And I provoke the forms of thought more like a rapper
But my thoughts far from divine
Paint delusions in my mind
As I walk around Northern London looking dapper

I blaze a blunt of green
While the days crawl up my spleen
Existential rage I age the more I suffer
And the rainstorms come and go
With my pestilence in tow
While the days forgo the noises that they buffer

My woman said goodbye
I felt that I could die
But my debt was not done
Death could be mistaken
Cause I came home to dust
And I drink it if I must
If in the modern world
Lust is all we’re chasing

But I think that’s a lie
Because that all that that implies
Is that the eye of thought is fake
And worth erasing

And no withdrawing will be done
When this all benefits the Sun
As the grays weigh in the lungs
The wars they’re raging

My job is just a con
Where did it all go wrong?
But the song is worth the silence
Of my supper

And if you ask me again
If the pain was worth the pen
I’d write the names of all my long lost lovers
And if patience is a sin
Then the devil let me in
Tuned my strings and left me in the summer

Cause godly fires being sown
As I contemplate the tone
Of the speech that leaks from Dionysis’ brother

But there’s contented weather
In my hometown, my hometown
With divided pleasures
In my hometown, my hometown

It’s survived the fires
My hometown, my hometown
There’s much to admire
In my hometown, my hometown

Survived the fires
My hometown, my hometown
There’s much to admire
In my hometown, my hometown

My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown
My hometown