He was the son 
Of a rich man from the city 
Moved out of Essex where the views were really pretty 
Life was always comfortable but he never felt content 
He wanted more than a trust fund and feeling bored 
Wanted to describe things those around him still ignored 
It ain't where you come from 
It's what you think and how you feel 

We are the ones 
Who despite all odds still come sounding fresh 
Cos we know who we be 
All the rest comes naturally 
And now you see 
That despite all odds we still come sounding fresh 
Cos we know who we be 
All the ret comes naturally 

He wanted to effect the whole nation 
Write with the spirit of the guns of Brixton 
Speak with passion move with conviction 
And still take the time to just stop and listen 
So why are you always saying 
That unless he's from the streets 
That he don't know what it is like to stand 
Upon his own two feet