3 Minute Silence

Dear, Boris, you flopped on so many levels
How the fuck I hear you say
'inequality is essential'?
I feel, aggravated, I'm disappointed
It's mental and, it's hard, having drive
When congestion's charging me petrol
Just to get to work
Mum's working for the NHS
You feeling hella' hurt
Said, 'another day, another death
Another reverend' touch and go, with these
Touchy subjects, cuh', it's delicate

But, that's the thing about the government
They'll always have puppets on
Strings making decisions
Making all the choices
For places they've never been in
Boris, you ain't felt the heat
Or had a plate in the kitchen
We should sub' you off for Rashford
And make him play your position
He's more united
Little more, upfront, with it
You're more divided
And, if I put my faith in your king
I am mortalising
That's why I keep my powers all within
And I walk with guidance
Ever seen an author authorize it
And call it riot?
Remember, I'm the type you can call a titan
Had Sadiq Khan apologizing, for all the bias
Had so much on my plate, had to water diet
But they're the small things
That come your way
When you walk with giants
Dents in my armor, show, it's working
Malcolm Wretch
They tried to shoot me through the curtain
But, I'm for the people, I'm a person
And, with all these royalties
I don't have to be a Sir to give a sermon
I preach, I'm assertive
I speak, I ain't perfect, I try
Have you ever had a birth, or death
On your mind? That's why
Certain race reports get a rage from my side
They say it's not institutional
Because it's designed
'Inequality is essential (echoing) '
'There will be cuts'
'I'm an exuberant defender of the '

'Course you are

We wouldn't need canaries
If we knew what was down the mine
You seek, you find
Never got this paper reading
Through the lines
I'm Father Christmas, all the time
But, the saying
'the more the merrier' has just
Got them feeling more obliged
If I give you my skin
Would you wrap it round my
Kids when I'm gone?
My next of kin gets my word, and my bond
And I'm still, tryna' find time
To nurture my son
'Cause in that life lesson, I
Just need a first, and I've won
And, there's no rehearsal
Caught myself, fathering my dad
That's a role reversal
More time, your actions speak louder
Than all your verbal
Tryna' be the center of
Attention's a lonely circle
Imagine in my race
My race is the only hurdle
Imagine running for the gold
That they stole from your home
And, when you win it back
They say 'congrats', like
It ain't what I'm owed
Stadiums, packed to the back
And they're waving their phones
And, I should be, politically
Correct, and be thankful, and go?
When there's, blood on my hands
I paid my taxes
And they shot my old man down the stairs
I drove to the station in a rage, against
The machine, but, I realized, you can
Only fight the devil with your prayers
We've been praying for so long
Finding human nature in old songs
Until a new complaint, the list goes on
To be frank, I'll, shave off my masters
And go blonde
I ain't just singing to hold on