Lloyd Mkhululi - Safety Boots Lyrics

Saying I'm tired would be an understatement
Slavin' it for some time but still the funds are vacant
Saving up is a trial these little crumbs I'm making
Scraping up all the sides I got a ton of patience
I was bound for Ravensbourne, animation
So sick with lead, no exaggeration
Changed my mind and I withdrew my application
Now I'm a servant on this concrete plantation
Everyday a sea of slaves on a hasty commute
Early mornings I march in my safety boots
Zigzagging past tourists staying in groups
Everything going up cos they're okay getting duped
Even still, we push on hungry with hope
Killing ourselves just to keep this country afloat
We can scream out till we have the bloodiest throats
The response doesn't change like buddy it's no
Joints on fire I don't mean blazin
Spine's all crooked and my knees aching
Cuts on both hands, excruciating
Inhaling so many chemicals my breathing's changing
Ask me how am I say I've been fine
Debt and depression are on the incline
Stuck in a crevice between the two and it's a slim climb
My inner fire's dwindling but I'm still trying
Britannia's work force is weakening
Many fell sick the smart ones are leaving
Not the lifestyle that migrants were seeking
They let us in cos the slaughterhouse needs feeding
Still, we march on regardless of what awaits
Couldn't be worse than the mayhem we escaped
Even if it means vanishing off without a trace
For loves ones back home it's never a waste
Heard it's a generational curse
Pay it off with 10% of your wage to the church
Can't even rest on a Sunday it's absurd
We been at this centuries this shit doesn't work, yo
Sign a contract out of desperation
You'll be working nonstop for a stretched duration
We were fooled by the key worker veneration
Nothing has improved by any estimation
Politicians playing us got me proper seething
See it in the news the horrors I'm reading
They partied bonkers while we grieving
Chess masters against toddlers and still cheating
These times, I'm thankful to have no child
Families torn apart man it's so foul
They ignore the white flags and thrown towels
Who are "they" I'm starting to see a profile
There are those in our midst
Doesn't really matter if they're grown up or kids
Work needs doing they aren't known to assist
Sitting on a thrown is the wish
Head to swole to eclipse
So they settle for manager or supervisor
Where they leads with anger when the issue's minor
Unemployed if you suggest they be milder
We're just collateral to these ambitious climbers
They have a fetish for power
Bare quiet in school all a sudden a shouter
Every single shift is a hellish encounter
Toxify the workplace when they're there it's a downer
It's the collapse of the middle class
We could have won but they stood up as little guards
Threshold's going up, they're gonna feel the squash
They're going to lace up to the heels and march