I see my sisters and brothers turn into fathers and mothers but they can’t get out the gutter
Hmm I wonder why
They would even have trouble with
Getting help from our government when they don’t got no place to live
I’m not surprised
Can’t believe that I’m reading this people sleeping in city streets
The soup run all they got to eat
One or two have died
And we know that your happy to let a crew wearing Bally’s to go and evict a family
Economy’s on the rise
Spending money on bridges and bullshit religious visits
This man condones raping children
Pray for our boys
Now our nurses are striking because their pay needs a rising they save lives you deny them
Keep making noise
A forty year epidemic of heroin you neglected a needles what you erected
Oh I mean the spire
Now have my pay cheque is missing from all these taxes I’m giving
You call it making a living
But I just survive
I can hear sirens ringing and feel the pain of my people this is the sound of the city
Dublin cries
Dublin cries
You feel my vibe
I see
Pain and suffer
Struggling mothers
Council estates and gutters with grey streets no colour
Family fueds persist
Relatives kill each other
Tell me who bit the bullet was it your sister or brother
Was driving a motorbike and didn’t see that truck coming
Now he’s laid up in a casket while the boys burning rubber
Pour a whiskey in the grass you know what make it a double
Take that whiskey to the face and then we go find some trouble
Our girls are getting younger when they ain’t learning lessons
You know she’s looking for love with no intent to get pregnant
And if you wear a tracksuit then I hope you count your blessings
When the yellow blue and white pull up you bet they gonna check ye
Harass me at a bus stop for a fucking gram of weed
While drug dealers getting hall passes to sell coke to TDs
Politicians being arrested something that you never see
And you still wonder why the lower class don’t trust the police
Shit
I see my people jump to their death
A rope on the neck
A bunch of fucking pills they ingest
The rigor mortis is wet
Now tell me how you expect
Us to pay for our health
When we can’t pay for our rent
Suck a dick Leo
I’m breaking these chains and paving the way for other people feeling the same
I swear you will feel the pain
I’m a busker by trade
You can hang on to your coins
I just want change
Dublin cries
