My Queen Is Ada Eastman (feat. Joshua Idehen)

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 grimy but my politics still lively

Still here amongst the sirens, thunder 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, tut myself back like IKEA

Still here amongst 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 ooh, 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 kettling, 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

Jump in the war left in this ditch

Ate with a priest drive 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 dive 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 with your pen and 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