i ain't got a people
i just got my peoples
found them in the playground
found them under steeples
and us lot look like rainbows
and us lot look like streetlights
and we're the boys on corners
and we're the boys in jail
and our mums worried nightly
and our mums hugged us tightly
and my dad watched a place in the country
for more than entertainment
and most of us are nameless
and most of us are bright
and most of us got left behind by teachers with shortsight
but i aint one of the lost
i just witness their suffering
feeling like a tourist in the yards that i grew up in
cos freedom is a madness
and familys a madness
and my boys on a madness
and i still scream not guilty
survivors feeling guilty
the dead can't tell them fix up
spinning in their graves when they see us lot holding back
i gotta be atomic
i gotta prove I'm free
cos i aint got a people but my peoples they got me