Let me tell you about my road, where I live and the London I know No rose tinted image, no butlers, no heirs to the throne Mine is a world filled with hustlers and girls with no soul (They sell it all, sell it all) Youths with their guns and their knives and their bad attitudes Feel they've nothing to lose Chorus So much to say, can't keep it to myself So much to change, there's gotta be a better way So much to say, can't keep it to myself We can all turn a blind eye, pretend and just walk by today But tomorrow we'll all have to pay Verse 2 I steer clear of my neighbours they do me no favours at all There's no coffee mornings just arguments heard through the wall And I can't let them in cause they'll just be pricing my things (sell it all, sell it all) There's no Robin Hood theres just Robber's with hoods on my street Who you don't want to meet Chorus So much to say, can't keep it to myself So much to change, there's gotta be a better way So much to say, can't keep it to myself We can all turn a blind eye, pretend and just walk by today But tomorrow we'll all have to pay Mid 8 Looking back and thinking of the days of my youth We were poor but we weren't so bruised I wish I could turn back the hands of time Coming home late at night, gotta look from left to right Never sure, hear a sound, is it safe or who's around Hear a shout, hear a scream, a cry for help and someone bleeds That's what goes with the territory