My big brother went to Wembley HighThem times there Wembley High was peakThem man there used to let things pop off and then when police came just play hide and seekBefore Year 8 everyone knows their laneAnd if you're year’s bait everyone knows their nameImagine raff, stombridge and church rolled in the same place Free hoods where man could get burst only to save facePeople started clocking they weren’t old in the same wayCouldn’t keep up with the workload at the same rateSome fell behindSome fell to grindBut for some reason They weren’t told us the same fateThat’s when a young man discovers prideThat’s when across the road becomes the other sideTeachers gave up before they started,Other than that everyone’s mothers tried
So when my mum saw how I did that when she sent me out the endsMy school wanted me to go to booster classShe said "I choose to pass"You see he’s six and my son can’t addYou know what, well we’ve got books we'll make use of ours So she trained man up I got into a good school
Now this one you’ve gotta do an exam to get in But the look of it is making me question who I am to beginThem rich kids made their expensive paymentsBut you can’t be their ends for entertainmentTrends and waves and friends and raves Then to come back to schoolFeeling dumb, acting coolPlus the black team too you’re not even thinking about how this acting is impacting you
These middle class kids just add to the fuelGassing me up when I’m the one acting a foolGeorge, if you let this slip by accident you will fully have your back to the wall
You should have seen me at school I was wotlessEvery other day some fake note from the doctor’sAy George you’re gonna get suspended againYou’re like Sir’s on a mad oneDon’t worry about me lads I got thisNo, but really my mind is where the block is My form tutor and my head of year said it clearI won’t make it into Oxbridge
Now I’m the Oxbridge alumnus on the blocks with the youngestRound here there’s rocks in abundanceBut there’s not enough keys for the locks in the dungeonsShots in the hundredsLots of them youngers are clocking them numbersLocking their jumpersShocking their mum’s ‘cause in between the pot smelling hugs They’re not even pretending they’re not selling drugsHow does this happen?How’s there so many speakers and no voices?The loudest is rapping and the crowd is just clapping.
I can relate to this song so badly! It's so true. I can't stop listening to this.
I'm so obssessed with you
Please send or publish lyrics
I can't wait until George release's his album gonna be sick
Yo poet its chucky keep doing your thing man. Sound wicked. .long time tho
I love George the Poet, but I prefer listening to him without beats. These beats feel forced onto the poetry, if that makes sense, like they add nothing to the song.
another headbanger from the wondergeorge
Great song! Keep going! 🙂
When mums keep real amd hustle that honestly and morally. They sow great seeds. George thank you for using your skills and medium to get the message out so well.
Can't wait to see George at Wireless
george keep tellin em – too many of these kids dont know
Great song George
George is going places…
awesome thanks george
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