Riz MC - Sour Times lyrics
In these sour times Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines Forrest Gate Sorry mate? Nah nothing - it's fine Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines Forrest Gate Sorry mate? Nah nothing - it's fine And now its post 7/7, why they callin it that? They Tryna link it to New York like we're all under attack From the same big bad guy but it's takin the piss Cos the truth is Al Qaeda doesn't really exist There ain't no super villain planning these attacks from some base The truth is so much scarier and harder to face See there's thousands of angry young men that are lost Sidelined in the economy, a marginal cost That think there's no point in putting ballots up in the box The got no place in this system and no faith in its cogs They're easy targets to be getting brainwashed by these knobs Who say that spillin innocent blood is pleasing a god Well it sounds good when you don't see no justice or jobs The gas bills are piling up but all the oil's getting robbed So David's taking out Goliath and his wife and his dog Segregated, castrated now we'll see who's on top So see it ain't religious faith that's causin these crimes It's losing faith in democratic free market designs It's no coincidence the bombers came from ghettos up north And the way that Bush and Blair talk gives a lost boy a cause Then double standards get em angered both at home and abroad There's a monopoly on pens that's why they forge their own swords The misguided turn violent strap themselves up with bombs But they're still cowards cos they ain't here when the backlash is on So in these sour times Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines Forrest Gate Sorry mate? Nah nothing - it's fine Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines Abu Ghraib, sorry mate? Nah nothing -it's fine So all the mans that wanna say That my religion has to change That we're stuck in a bygone age It's time to set the vinyl straight Don't you think it's kinda strange That all this terror outrage These last gasp castaways These ba*tards that will blast away Just turned up in the last decade? When Islam has been the way For millions from back in the day Instead of thinking that were crazed Investigate just what it says Fast, help the poor, and pray Go mecca, be steadfast in faith That's the basics that's the base So how did we get here today? Well interpretations always change Today they're read with rage Being jiharded up Desperation's kinda f**ed Makes you use a book of peace As weapons in a ruck So listen Terrorism isn't caused by religion Or an old school vision of Islam It's against the Qur'an And it's a new innovation Caused by mash up situations That's what makes them turn to arms The problem is modern And it's all local factors Dictatorships, injustices and wars cause fatwa's So in these sour times Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines Abu Ghraib, sorry mate? Nah nothing - it's fine Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines Guantanamo, sorry bro? Nah nothing -it's fine Please allow me to vouch for mine Bitter taste in my mouth Spit it out with a rhyme I'm losing my religion to tomorrow's headlines