The Grip Lyrics

The Grip lyrics

Braintax:

From the furthest point East to the wildest West

Powers travelled round the planet on a bloody conquest

European kings and priests with omnipotence

Soldiers freakin out in foreign lands killing citizens

And worse still spreading germs and plagues

Now is so much a result of those bad old days

From the town hall, to inner-city architecture

From the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in Leicester

Casino alcholics in the Mid-West,

junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass death

The urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of gold

And churches justifying lives being sold

Though the culprits change, control rarely shifts

Only China comes close to even f#@*^!g with this

This world we call Earth and the system I dis

A lifestyle full of work where we barely exist

Look at Chile now - decimated native populations held down

The rich, white powers holding on

With British backing like Malaysia’s arms buying

The same gang’s running the show

And I’m trying to see through this and not become a lone hitman

Out to kill that bitch Maggie Thatcher with a sick plan

Sick bitch, supporting Pinochet in extradition

On telly, she put my brain into a strange position

So do you come to terms with devilish ways?

Or do you try to escape, run away or start to pray ?

I try to think about the positive things

One Love, no queen, one god, no king



I wish I had the will to fight back

Be at the World Trade Centre all dressed in black

Me and an angry pack

Instead I just rap and give back

And see a rich life and think..I still want to live that

It’s so subtle how they muddle us

Now life is so complex we let the small things trouble us

And revolution ? Forget that for the one fact

We don’t have the arms to even try to compete

It’s even easier to keep your head down and stay asleep

And while you’re lying there counting see your face in them sheep

And that’s deep but not as deep as losing a child,

Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut

Pure grief, thanks to far away beef

Fried in messed-up religion half-baked in belief

So I won’t stop rappimg till you get my drift

That we’re held in the Grip getting sorely dissed

Capitalists are we, we pretend we’re not

Buying better trainers each year, connecting dots

We go from first job to next job, to mortgage to kids

Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in’ to live

Me I’m striving to give but I’ll hustle like mad

Just to get ahead in life

I need money so bad, yeah I’m pissed now

So do you get my gist now ?

If hell existed, half the world’s already in the lift down…..



In the Grip…