[Braintax:]
From the furthest point East to the wildest West
Powers travelled round the planet on a bloody conquest

European kings and priests with omnipotence
Soldiers freakin out in foreign lands killing citizens
And worse still spreading germs and plagues

Now is so much a result of those bad old days
From the town hall, to inner-city architecture
From the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in Leicester

Casino alcholics in the Mid-West,
junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass death
The urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of gold

And churches justifying lives being sold
Though the culprits change, control rarely shifts
Only China comes close to even f#@*^!g with this

This world we call Earth and the system I dis
A lifestyle full of work where we barely exist
Look at Chile now - decimated native populations held down

The rich, white powers holding on
With British backing like Malaysia's arms buying
The same gang's running the show

And I'm trying to see through this and not become a lone hitman
Out to kill that (*##$ Maggie Thatcher with a sick plan
Sick (*##$, supporting Pinochet in extradition

On telly, she put my brain into a strange position
So do you come to terms with devilish ways?
Or do you try to escape, run away or start to pray ?

I try to think about the positive things
One Love, no queen, one god, no king


I wish I had the will to fight back
Be at the World Trade Centre all dressed in black
Me and an angry pack

Instead I just rap and give back
And see a rich life and think..I still want to live that
It's so subtle how they muddle us

Now life is so complex we let the small things trouble us
And revolution ? Forget that for the one fact
We don't have the arms to even try to compete

It's even easier to keep your head down and stay asleep
And while you're lying there counting see your face in them sheep
And that's deep but not as deep as losing a child,

Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in messed-up religion half-baked in belief

So I won't stop rappimg till you get my drift
That we're held in the Grip getting sorely dissed
Capitalists are we, we pretend we're not

Buying better trainers each year, connecting dots
We go from first job to next job, to mortgage to kids
Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in' to live

Me I'm striving to give but I'll hustle like mad
Just to get ahead in life
I need money so bad, yeah I'm pissed now

So do you get my gist now ?
If hell existed, half the world's already in the lift down...


In the Grip...