Turn The Page Lyrics - Original Pirate Material - Streets

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 

'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman 

But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting 

So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting 

I'm miles ahead and they chase me 

Show yer face on TV, then we'll see 

You're can't do half, my crew laughs at yer rhubarb and custard verses 

Yer rain down curses but I'm waving, Yer hearse is driving by 

Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky 

All stare, eyes glazed Garage burnt down 

The fire raged for 40 days and in 40 ways 

But through the blaze they see it fade 

The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces 

Their figure emerges from the wastage 

Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze 

One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky 

They wonder how, they wonder why 

The sky turns white it all becomes clear 

They felt lifted from their fears 

They shed tears in the light after 6 dark years 

Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks and smoulders 

5 years older and wiser, the fires are burning on fire, never tire 

Slave warriors in the forests and on higher 

We sing, hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring 

Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like Geezers raving 

The hazy fog over the bull ring 

The lazy ways the birds sing 

A new baby's born every day 

Few men may be spoilt today 

But look at things the other way 

'Cause it may well be yer final day 

And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say 

I produce this using only my bare wit 

Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat 

Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile 

Get all applications into me before the deadline 

'Cause it's a fine line between strife or crime and a life of crime 

But you will reach the day 

And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it 

I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix 

In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker 

Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater 

To the next life from the fortress 

Away from the knives and slaughter to their wives and daughters 

Once more before the law judges over all of us 

'Cause in this place you'll see me brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep 

I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds 

Actions speak louder than words 

Stand by me my apprentice, be brave, Clench fists