He was the son Of a rich man from the city Moved out of Ess** where the views were really pretty Life was always comfortable but he never felt content He wanted more than a trust fund and feeling bored Wanted to describe things those around him still ignored It ain't where you come from It's what you think and how you feel We are the ones Who despite all odds still come sounding fresh Cos we know who we be All the rest comes naturally And now you see That despite all odds we still come sounding fresh Cos we know who we be All the ret comes naturally He wanted to effect the whole nation Write with the spirit of the guns of Brixton Speak with pa**ion move with conviction And still take the time to just stop and listen So why are you always saying That unless he's from the streets That he don't know what it is like to stand Upon his own two feet