My Queen Is Ada Eastman

Still here still grinding Hustling and striving In these dark times these dark Minds I'm a diamond Big Ben is still chiming They don't wanna see us smiling They wanna keep us grimey But my politics still lively Still here amongst the sirens Turn the claps and violence down Dust in lane I'm scribing No visits from your Highness Still here my dear despite The prophecies of seers Smashed to pieces on the pier Put myself back like IKEA Still here among the brass Garments washed in starch London wind is biting harsh Shiver my thin moustache I'm crude but not into crass Willing and able and up to the task They go low we go high it's a fact They go low we go high like tax Still here and cool Still here like Queen Kasoon, J life leaves and oooh Old school, like tomato stew, ooh Stood on the shoulders of greats In my hands my own faith Make my enemies eat the cake Cry me a river, cry me a lake Still here God willing Old rebels still revelling Calm inside the Catalin Calm though times unsettling Too dark a mind to settle it Don't want the beef that I'm serving Feline amongst these vermin Black and proud and determined Jumped in the war left with no stitch Ate with a priest, drived with a witch Man's a 9th degree Heartbreak wherever my flag is pitched Cutting my hunger for fine things Learning the lesson that time brings Acquired this taste for London Pride Spread my wings in these noxious skies In these streets, these streets where foxes hide I'm not yet old and I'm so wise I take this strife in my stride I must admit, it's tough at times But most don't like it, I dived in This never never never never Ending pressure piling on I'm still here still unruly All sound and all fury All frown and all fury All gas and all fury No peers, no jury Burn UKIP, fuck the Tories Fuck the fascists, end of story Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em truly Call me a roach, 'cause I'm resilient I'm born strong, the son of an immigrant Struggling element And I'll be here I'll be here when your cities are sediment And only your borders and fences are left I'll be here when your banks stop selling debt And all your leaders stop selling death And you've lost all relevance In the corner, check me reading a paper Scribing your last will and testament I'm still here I'm still here I'm still here I'm still here Man still here I'm still here I'm still here, done now