[Intro]
Yeah we dedicate this track to Mister Karl Marx
(what it could be like, what it could be like)
Mister David Lange, Huey P
Yeah
(what it could be like, what it could be like)
What it could be like
[Verse 1]
Imagine if the land was equally divided up
But the homeless hold their paper cups tryna find a buck
While the rich sit in tubs twenty-six stories up
See 'em on the steps but don't even give a fuck
It's just another drunk bum sitting on a corner
Stealin' from the store for a little bit of water
With no support, got no wife or daughters
To go and try to tell him how to get his life in order
Heard people say that home is where the heart is
Does that mean that the homeless are heartless
I guess it's hard as when you live in hardship
But no mattress to live on, not even carpet
Concrete sleeps, yeah, E, that's some hard shit
I wanna feed so I eat from the park bin
See society didn't leave any options for me
But it's sweet, I'll get lost then
[Chorus]
What it could be like (what) could be like
What it could be like (what) what it could be like
What it could be like (what) what it could be like
(just imagine that, y'know)
What it could be like (what) what it could be like
[Verse 2]
See I was raised by a hippie and a junkie up in inner-city Brixton
My grandmother was a member of the communism party
And her aunty was a part of the resistance
So I know a little bit about activism, division of class
Unequal distribution of wealth, burnt body, industrial revolution
I know about the state, I read it as a student ironically while I was paying to their institution
But way before I'd heard of Marx
When equality was too big of a word to grasp
I was kid wondering why I smelt burning grass
Not even knowing that my neighbourhood was working class
Sittin' on my mum's lap she used to read the Lorax
Never knew that I was learning political economics
I just liked the pictures like I was reading comics
In a bubble where people would always keep their promise
Until I turned five that's when I really saw the world for the first time
See it was Christmas and I just got this dirt bike
But my friend across the road didn't get shit
And then I learned why
They told me he was poor, I never even saw
We were all playing he was just the same as me and Paul
Shit I never even thought that there were needy people needing more just because the greedy people keep it all
That's not what my grandma told me, [nuh-uh]
See that's not what my old man told me, [a-nuh-nuh, well look]
[Pre-Chorus]
See I gotta try make up my mind
And get this bullshit out my life
So I think I might get up and fight
Either that or just lay down and die
[Chorus]
What it could be like (what) could be like
What it could be like (what) what it could be like
What it could be like (what) what it could be like
(just imagine that, y'know)
What it could be like (what) what it could be like
(it's goin' out to my grandmother, yeah, and all the thinkers [?]
All the Marxists, all the Communists, all the Lefties
Imagine if we had some fair shit, you know
Imagine if we had a fair fucking world, not this fucking prison
If we were all equal
Imagine that)
[Outro]
Living in a world no different from a cell
Living in a world no different from a cell
Living in a world no different from a cell
Living in a world no different from a cell
(can be so rough)
Living in a world no different from a cell
Living in a world no different from a cell
Living in a world no different from a cell
Living in a world no different from a cell
