Look at them There standing on the corner Look at them They're never lonely Look at them They're feeling like braveheart Look at them They're gonna tear someone apart Look at them They listen to their gangsta rap Look at them They're caught in a ghetto trap Look at them All that glitters is gold now Look at them They're turning into foes now Moaning and boring Shouting out a warning Out the dark they come With their posse yes yalling London born... Look at them They two sugar lump it Look at them They blow their own trumpet Look at them They're souring my taste Look at them They're slowing my pace Look at them They're always on the take now Look at them They're always so fake now Look at them They're afraid of failure Look at them Waiting for their saviour