Oh hell, I can't think of anything to write, so here's a rap......

the radio friendly version (lol, someone tell me if I can swear on this thing!)

Our politicians be talkin' 'bout what constitutes the constitution while prostitutes be no illusion to our streets/
And in the confusion of it all beef a war starts we fall apart 'n' bleed what happened to me?/

What's strappin' democracy to the seat of an executioneee 'n' what excuses do ya have for me to hear?/
This is a new year/

2005 no lie just rying to get by I'll never tire like Goodyear/
Its fear like not knowing if you'll wake not knowing which fake to hate Tory scum Hague or Tony Blair?/

Real spit? This story has all of it but do ya care? Teenage mums aint rare they're like the clothes that they wear/
They're common 'n' thats a problem that I dont see the suits solvin'/

Like the way we dont pay for our shoppin' or axe murders on my block 'n' the pills we be poppin'/
There's no stoppin us bar lockin us up the rest of the country has forgotten 'bout us/

This aint no song its a plea to set us free from the street what does socialism really mean? Greed?/
Cos all I can see is disparities everywhere I looked this chucked up systems rotten deep/

Like the tears that we weep after days turn into weeks and years reminiscing for lost peeps tha were once near/
Its here and right now but ya don't hear when ya livin' in da 'burbs and earnin' 50 grand a year/