2AM In London

2AM in London, South of the Thames Underground stopped running, neighbours Outside

Telling me, stop bunning, cops control the Block, tell the ops to stop, stop running

Uh,

As for me I never be budging, even in the heat Of discussions, keep my fists discreet

My feet tucked in, only weapon I'm touching, Is the pen it helps me find clarity from self

Destruction, I'm like a convict behind bars, There's no judgement, leave the sentence with

Sentiments from my presence, just efforts for My intelligence, it's late now, past PM

Think we need to find a president, it's evident, We suffering in the economy, fuck the Promises

We need to write our own policies to support The poverty stricken, homelessness needs More than a petition, I'm not trying to riot, I'm Just trying to see it from a new position

Not a new musician, cos when I wake up, it's Straight to my day job, write notes all day

For a piece of paper, till I get some tips back, at Least I'm a waiter, I need some peace

And power, in the streets I'm gonna meet Some cowards, checking their bases like I'm