DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.I didnt have the lyrics when uploaded it so thats why they arn't on the vid.Anyway this is a total tune. Lots of my friends have been asking me what black and tan means, it seems nobody has a clue what hes going on about(exsept me being the fountin of knowlage that I am and that). Obviously if your Irish(or know about Irish history) the you will know but for the rest of you..Black and Tans were British soldiers during English reign in Ireland. They were so called because of the mix of uniforms. After WW1 soldiers had tan uniforms and police had black. And to put it bluntly they didnt treat the Irish very well...(understatement).....sorry for the history lesson but this is a cause close to my own heart......here are the lyrics....
Yeah, I was born in Stoke Newington, Stokey from old city
Where concrete is over trees and all dreams get cut and bleed
Walking free, when I was young I used to duck and weave
Playing up in Clissold Park and laughing in that London breeze
'93, I was a three year old with many schemes
Dreamed of playing football for Arsenal, just like Henry
Stick your books remember wrestling the young'n takin' I was phased
Used to idolize when he gave you a break-up
I was in a nursery making story cakes, fell in love
For the first time I remember days
When I was bullied, beat up, freaking kicked and slapped away
Clutching on the monkey bars and hoping they'd all go away
Loved them city sounds and sirens in the dark at night
Helicopters fly above my head, I'd never get a fright
I loved them early days, living in that constant noise
Bustle in my ear was like music to this little boy
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Yeah, we don't know
July '94, we packed up it and closed the door,
Evenroe was now just an image that we turned and saw,
What we left behind, my friends, my cousins, relatives
My birthplace, my first taste of how to live and how to give
Hackney down's playin' fuses the memories
Sittin' on the boat, crying that was all that's meant to be
I was scared of startin' school again; will some be all rude again?
Beat me up and treat me like a fool again.
The green emerald a thousand welcomes negative,
Growin' up a constant outsider never settled quick
Settling was hard when you're treated like a lump of shit
Saying you were black and tan and come for what you fucking did
But I never did nothing, told 'em that so many times
Got in scuffles screamed out loud sayin' shit like maybe they were right
I hate that history, I hate that Union Jack
I'll never speak for any man or any flag
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Yeah, we don't know
Sittin' back, staring through the haze of that road on that beaten track
Sittin' back, staring through the haze of that road on that beaten track
It was like I'm in a beast of a lion and me peacefully dying
I had no friends that I could ever rely on
I was sittin' back, watchin' through the haze of that road on that beaten track
But keeping that evil intact
I put the beat to track
Found freedom, found out
I could be myself, I'll find my world through my roots back
I never wanted to adapt or in fact take an action over night
That for years they told me "Fuck facts"
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Sometimes we go and forget where we came from
And we don't know
Yeah, we don't know
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