(Chorus: John)
Well it’s all right to let you be my armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from having to pretend
Well it’s all right to let you be my armour now and then

(Verse 1: Kerr)
Two crates of Red Stripe, getting wavy on the come up
Way before the underground raves through the summer
Back when we were fitting six people in the Saxo
Rolling the worst joints with some council and tobacco

Coming from the Shire, I’m bringing some bad news
Excuse my bad manners, attire and tattoos
Mass appeal, but they told us it wouldn’t last
On my 8th fuckin summer, best believe it’s still class

And I’ll just have some fun with it, if given a chance
They try cut my legs off, when I position a stance
On the road again hungry, I just follow my nose
And I ain’t been to sleep once, steady switching my clothes

I try and level up, they tell me stand on my toes
Never had a helping hand, no labels scouting the shows
That’s why I never branch out like the neighbourly type
And we just keep it independent, on whatever we like

(Chorus: John)
Well it’s all right to let you be my armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from having to pretend
Well it’s all right to let you be my armour now and then

(Verse 2: Kerr)
Control over the district, everybody a victim
Mob mentality, poison to the system
Running wild through tower blocks and high rise
Ducking under the street lights and dark skies

It’s foretold, fall from grace gracefully
Running the same race, but they couldn’t just keep pace with me
No stamina, another flash in the pan
Wanna be icons, turned into the working man

So it’s lost dreamers, who bowed out with no merit
When life hits hard like a right hook, they forget it
But you should be reminded, there’s no god on these streets
And as far as music goes, I’m a god on these beats

Bow down, you can call it higher learning
I’m clever with my money so I call it higher earning
Forgive me if I’m sinning, but I will never repent
If they tell me time is money, then that’s all that I’ve spent

And if every day’s a lesson then the meaning is close
I fear spirits in a bottle, don’t believe in no ghost
I’ve been lead down every tunnel, with no sign of the light
So I just keep it independent, on whatever I like

(Chorus: John)
Well it’s all right to let you be my armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from having to pretend
Well it’s all right to let you be my armour now and then

(Verse 3: Kerr)
Control over the district, everybody a victim
Mob mentality, poison to the system
Running wild through tower blocks and high rise
Ducking under the street lights and dark skies

Royal chambers, large crowds of villains
Hollywood smiles, gold grills and fillings
Men with weak chins, wolves in sheepskin
And everybody happy in the age of spin

And we don’t wake up, wake up, no blemish to the makeup
Everybody shook, but nobody want a shakeup
With no apology, its war up in the wastelands
By a fat cats stomach, overflowing waistbands

So conflicted, everybody divide
Either march on, or get swept under the tide
If I bear witness, do I have the fitness?
Can I really kick this – welcome to the circus