Camberwell Carrots - Jehst

I’m the shining star

Lightning spark

Camberwell carrots

I can see the in dark

Cupid’s arrow lodged deep in my heart

Love for the art

Gifted;

the way I’m so swift with the dart

Lifting the cup

I’m a champion

You love to see me live it up

That’s why I can’t ever give it up

Put your hands together

Give it up!

Ain’t nothing pretty in this city, for real

But we can put our heads together if you’re willing to build

I see a vision of Elysian Fields

Another day in the life of Mr William Shields

We’re slum villagers

Drunk off of miniatures

Fuck the ministers

And the crumbs that they’re giving us

Behind the bars with political prisoners

Conspiracies to limit us to indigenous listeners

And tone down the content

Water down the accent

And dumb down the image on some Jazz-hand theatrics

Singing and dancing in a top hat

The belle of the ball

I keep it street like Top Cat

And Benny The Ball

Silique of a penniless fool

Living on the edge

Ready to fall

Down again

And this time I might not pick myself back up

Dust myself down, and put it down to luck

Life is a cruel mistress

She’s down to make love

But she ain’t down to fuck

Your body buckled by the pain

Struggling in vain, wondering how to maintain

Neighbours strung out on Crack-Cocaine

They switch-up the story

But the facts don’t change

They remain

Simple and plain

It’s no use

Groundhog Day

You stay stuck in the loop

And nobody’s giving up the loot

Play to win

But it’s Trivial Pursuits

False promises, and fool’s gold

From out the cracks in the concrete

A stone rose

And freedom is so close I can taste it

But never close enough for me to fully embrace it

A lifestyle so basic

Let’s face it