Austerity - Turkish Dcypha, Awate

No introduction is required

You are now entering the land of the inspired

My name’s Awate and I’m known in certain homes around the globe to spit poems

that make you pick up the phone

And dial 9 three times.

Shine like street signs

One of my favourite hobbies is to find and beat swine

I can’t help it.

They’ve killed too many people of my colour and my class for

me to sit and be quiet

So why do we riot?

Well, how about the government are just a bunch of liars

Cut funding for fun and wonder why there’s street violence

It’s a joke.

So I give you something to quote so you can shove it down their

throats

But I digress and I confess to being one of the best so I stick out my chest

and take your shots without a vest

Never suppress my thoughts

You can try to arrest me for inciting violence but I just describe what I see

behind my eyelids

And what I hear — are rappers who are fakers

Say they get the bread but they’ve never been to the bakers

Now tell me — how is that tolerated?

Modern day society’s severely

discombobulated

And this rapping situation is a mess

A guy’s talking like Scarface when he worked for the feds

And how is selling drugs a thing to look up to, when you answer to the wrath of

the lord that’s up above you?

This makes no sense.

I’m lost

Girls are wearing nothing but lingerie and a cross

And man are holding nothing but a grudge and a Glock

If this is just the start I need a moment to just stop

(Inhale)

And breathe

And show you that I’m one of London’s number one MCs

And all they ever talk about is ps and their greed

While I write about my roots, they rhyme about smoking trees

It’s a mess.

Songs nowadays are about sex and cess

And they all think they’re really cool, the way that they dress

I either leave or make a change.

I can’t take the stress

Everywhere I go, I’ve got police stopping me

In the Square Mile you’ve got the rich committing robbery

I feel like I’ve got the whole world on top of me

So whenever I protest I punch a fed probably

Well that’s a definite

Civil disobedience — I’m tryna set a precedence

I wanna see your anger or whatever there is left of it

Until every mansion is decrepit or desolate