They call me urban folk But I'm just poor and broke And I provoke the forms of thought more like a rapper But my thoughts far from divine Paint delusions in my mind As I walk around Northern London looking dapper I blaze a blunt of green While the days crawl up my spleen Existential rage I age the more I suffer And the rainstorms come and go With my pestilence in tow While the days forgo the noises that they buffer My woman said goodbye I felt that I could die But my debt was not done Death could be mistaken Cause I came home to dust And I drink it if I must If in the modern world Lust is all we’re chasing But I think that’s a lie Because that all that that implies Is that the eye of thought is fake And worth erasing And no withdrawing will be done When this all benefits the Sun As the grays weigh in the lungs The wars they’re raging My job is just a con Where did it all go wrong? But the song is worth the silence Of my supper And if you ask me again If the pain was worth the pen I’d write the names of all my long lost lovers And if patience is a sin Then the devil let me in Tuned my strings and left me in the summer Cause godly fires being sown As I contemplate the tone Of the speech that leaks from Dionysis’ brother But there’s contented weather In my hometown, my hometown With divided pleasures In my hometown, my hometown It’s survived the fires My hometown, my hometown There’s much to admire In my hometown, my hometown Survived the fires My hometown, my hometown There’s much to admire In my hometown, my hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown