Verse 1
One way or another
We’ve been played by the system
They say we lack ambition
But I only see vision
And some healthy competition
Maybe I romanticise
Because of our divisions
They tell us what we’re like
When we watch the television
I’m faced with a decision
Should I talk or should I make myself tired?
Cause they spray their loose lips
Once they hire
Single out the Black kids
White ones are admired
Either way I get the lip
It’s in-built
They don’t respect the black female
From the kids
To the deputy
That’s why this teaching world
Na man it’s stress to me
Tell them I won’t do it
Now I do it on my own terms
Tell em bout Olive Morris
These kids are gonna learn!
And yeah I watch out for them snakes in the grass
Always cating for our culture
Whitewash it in the class
It’s the miseducation
Of the snapchat generation
They tell em ‘bout Wilberforce
I tell em bout the Haitians
I tell them bout revolution
Bump this on your station
It was left out of their books
That’s a muted citation
So put this on rotation
And let the youts hear it
Olaudah Equiano
We’re walking with that spirit
Warrior with pen and pad
You can call me Sheriff
And no this ain’t a Western
Ain’t no wessen or no pellet
Originate from Mali
And the land of Sierra
Reflected in my talk
But it’s appreciated never

Refrain
They told me don’t be clever
They told me to be quiet
An ordinary kid
But you would think I’d start a riot
I’m tryin’ not to be bitter
I’m trying to be calm now
They never ever mentioned Uni
I think that’s armshouse

I wonder if I found my way
Everyday I wonder if I’ve found my place
Pressures of this world can make you feel this way
I know it’s done now
But need to find my Myspace

Hook
Cause I’m from Myspace
From the days where we had a top 8
And I’d be gassed if I had the top place
Now if you don’t snap
You can’t do your snack face
So don’t watch my face
And even them days we never got paid
And even back then
Yeah it was about plays
I guess every generation has it’s own ways


Verse 2
Different outlook
Same life
Same spirit
Anyone who knows me
Knows I’ve never been a gimmick
In music there's a void
Everyone is tryna fill it
Yeah I’m tryna leave an impact
With each and every lyric
I don’t know if I did it
I don’t know if I’ll do it
If a different path stood before me
Wonder if I’d choose it
Cause I didn’t choose music
Na this thing just kinda happened
Round here you a kick ball
Or you end up rapping!
Or the two are overlapping
Like in my case
Now on match of the day
I’m seeing Alex Scott’s face
We were Limehouse Ladies
Of course her skills were better
Mispronounce my name
Our team would call me Isetta
Course I endorsed it
Thought it sounded more British
I guess I was complicit
These days I’d be my own critic
Still I was sick with it
Fast and could pivet quick
Then we’re sitting in the bits
I’d be chillin’ on the bricks
Football took me Hackney Wick
Football took me out the ends
But when I think about it
Both ain’t made me any dividends
That’s ungrateful I’ve made more than most
But if It’s just an advance
Can I really boast
Life has made me humble
Used to dance to Jungle
Used to bop to Garage
My Mum was tryna manage
I ain’t gonna lie
I ain’t been the same
Since the day my Daddy died
So I live my life in strides
Tryna do my best in everything
Stay away from lies
They can’t bring me into anything
Naturally an extravert
B ut people thing I’m quiet now
I don’t know where the change came
I guess that I’m just like that now
Still I got my voice
I use it when I need to
And still I got a lot to say
Just take this as a preview
Do I gotta prove myself
I kinda feel I need to
I say some things to friends
But it never seems to reach you
I guess that ain’t proving
I’m just using my expression
You’re hearing from a 4 yar old
Kicked out of lesson
Your hearing from an adolescent
Told she’s got aggression
Your hearing from a teen
Dealing with ll their projections

They said don’t be clever
They told me to be quiet
An ordinary kid
But you would think I’d start a riot
I’m tryin’ not to be bitter
I’m trying to be calm now
They never ever mentioned Uni
I think that’s armshouse

I wonder if I found my way
Everyday I wonder if I’ve found my place
Pressures of this world can make you feel this way
I know it’s done now
But need to find my Myspace

Hook
Cause I’m from Myspace
From the days where we had a top 8
And I’d be gassed if I had the top place
Now if you don’t snap
You can’t do your snack face
So don’t watch my face
And even them days we never got paid
And even back then
Yeah it was about plays
I guess every generation has it’s own ways