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Justin Clarke (born 9 October 1984), better known by his stage name Ghetts (formerly Ghetto) is an English Grime rapper from Plaistow, East London with Caribbean roots from Jamaica and Grenada. His music has been played on national radio stations such as BBC Radio 1, Kiss 100, BBC Asian Network and BBC Radio 1Xtra. Currently, Ghetts is signed to independent record label Disrupt, and released his debut studio album, Rebel with a Cause, on 9 March 2014. Known for his hard hitting lyrics and intricate rhyme schemes, he is associated and has toured internationally with such acts as Kano and was a member of NASTY Crew. more »

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Da, du-du-du-du
Du, da-da-da-da-da
Du
Du, tst
Du-du-du, hm
Du-du-du, yeah

Check the foundations, structural imbalance
Falling double standards, I fell on my face
Hands in the rubble, people walking over me
I was one of them and kept walking away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away (uh)

Look around the world, all I see is double standards
A mum naming her son Muhammed is a madness
Jack's in the airport with drugs in his baggage
And security are troublin' Muhammed 'bout a sandwich
I was on the phone with a pal of mine
They ask me why they helping Ukraine and not Palestine
And I replied "brown skin", we were so whitewashed
Laughin' at names we had problems pronouncin'
Kwame said his name was Jerome
And he's from the Caribbean just so people would leave him alone
And I remember it was fufu and voodoo jokes
Until he found the same ting that gave the Zulu's hope
Sarah's dad hates blacks, but her baby's mixed race
And all he's thinkin' is, "she may have been raped"
Imagine bein' light skin, but grandad's racist
And every time you're there, you hear an African statement
Look around the world, all I see is double standards
Even Mark Zuckerburg covers up his cameras
Steve Jobs never let his kids use an iPad
And my kids think that I'm bad, mad
Nie had no TV until she was a grown up
I used to think, "what the f*ck?" When she told us
The government have got us in a chokehold
A hero if I kill for my country, and a villain if I kill for my postcode
Only fightin' for my freedom if it comes to it
You got to use your brain before you put a gun to his
I had to lose my way before I understood the trip
The good die young, the cemetery's full of "should've beens"
These days, I'm doin' more and sayin' less
What's war? War's rich white men playin' chess
What for? Well, it's all about the land they finesse
God made man and then man made a mess (yes)

Check the foundations, structural imbalance
Falling double standards, I fell on my face
Hands in the rubble, people walking over me
I was one of them and kept walking away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away (away)
Away (away)
Away
I kept walking away

They're givin' brothers life sentences for drugs
When a paedophile would probably get less than twenty months
In the same court, same day, same judge
We only break the law because the law tries to break us
So, how am I meant to be corrected
When they put my name and address in the papers?
But a child molester's identity is protected
Is anyone addressing these failures?
I just spoke to my mum, ah, man
She said, "police just killed another unarmed man"
Everyone complains, but nobody wan' go back home
It come like we don't love our land
Everyone's in Ghana in December
Come back home and start complainin' 'bout the weather
Raheem can score a hundred goals
But when he miss a penalty, it's monkey jokes (woah)
And they got everybody clappin' for the NHS
But they don't wan' put no cash into the NHS
Soon, it's gonna be, "what happened to the NHS?"
Politicians gettin' paid more than teachers
Satan gettin' praise more than Jesus
Most bad bitches ain't artists
But they still paid for their features
It's the realest comin' through the speakers
Yeezy's the only reason we wore Adidas
And I don't wear Balenciaga anymore
And now I've said it, Fashion Week probably won't have me seated
Deep it, here's a likkle insight
Peep it, there goes my invite
I preed it, no one's speakin'
That's why I'm an outsider on the inside
I got beef with the HMRC
The tax man jacks man, takes half my P
I'm lookin' at the total, blud, can't you see?
Everytime I pay tax, it's hard to breathe
I don't know if I'm paro', man
But I can talk about killings and drug dealings
But, "Black Rose" is my only tune that's shadowbanned

The thing is, they got us mixed up, son
They want us to be like the slaves in the field
All we keep doin' is lookin' to the big house
That's not our aim, that's not our purpose
Let's own the field, turn our direction, turn around
Let's look from their view
They see the land, they see the world
All we kept, they kept us with the view lookin' to the big house
The house that Master on, we got the wrong world view

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