Intro (MC Call) Oi! London town, inside the rave — listen! Hold tight the forgotten ones, yeah! Verse 1 Rain on my face when I step out late, Postcode stamp decide my fate. Same city, different entry gate, You eat steak, man scrape plate. Born in the grind, raised by weight, Pressure buss head, mental state. They say wait, wait, wait — too late, System moves fast but it don’t translate. From the flats to the high-rise view, Same sky but it ain’t the same view. Man run hard just to stay in place, While they glide through on a golden rate. Hook (DnB Chant) Same gate! — no plate! Same sky! — different rate! One city! — segregate! Reload that — don’t hesitate! Same gate! — no plate! Feel the bass — feel the weight! Rich get fed — poor must wait! London rave but the streets ain’t great! Verse 2 Two jobs deep and I still feel broke, Bills come heavy like a choke. Letters scream red, man’s on rope, While suits get saved by a private joke. Food or heat — man calculate, Cold nights shape a savage state. They dine clean, imported grapes, We duct-tape dreams just to stay awake. Cuts get sold as “necessary”, mate, Funny how pain gets appropriated. They steal calm with a pen and slate, But blame the poor for the crime rate. Hook (Faster / Crowd) Same gate! — no plate! Same breath! — different fate! Hands up! — activate! Rich get rich while we circulate! Same gate! — no plate! Sub too loud, heart vibrate! This ain’t envy — educate! One side eats, the other waits! Verse 3 Council walls got stories baked, Names scratched deep where hope got taped. Kids grow quick, no time to play, Future sold cheap by yesterday. They preach hustle, never relate, Born on third, still claim first base. We invest sweat, they harvest rates, Interest built on our escape. Dreams get taxed before they fly, While old money multiply. Same laws bend when wealth nearby, Truth hurts more when the stats don’t lie. Verse 4 Cameras watch how we navigate, Hoodie on — already labelled bait. Judge my walk, my skin, my state, Verdict ready — don’t investigate. Fraud in suits get light-touch case, Street get nicked, full book, first page. Same crime scale but it don’t equate, Ink steals more than blades ever take. Mental strain but help ain’t free, mate, So man lock pain, self-medicate. Smile wide just to mask the ache, Bassline hits — let the truth vibrate. Final Hook (Reload Energy) Same gate! — no plate! If you feel this — levitate! Same city! — segregate! DJ spin that — don’t be late! Same gate! — no plate! London sound — accelerate! From the rave to the estate! One mic speak for the underpaid! Outro ( 2x MC / Fade Out/on phone) Yeah… Same streets, same nights, different chances. Bassline loud but the truth still stands. From the blocks to the booth — we narrate, Not for charts, but to re-educate. Hold tight the ones still waitin’ at the gate. London town — remember the underpaid. We the underpaid (x4) (Rewind… fade out)
