The Grip lyrics

Artist  : Braintax 
Song : The Grip



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Braintax:

From the furthest point East to the wildest
West

Powers travelled round the planet on a bloody
conquest

European kings and priests with omnipotence

Soldiers freakin out in foreign lands killing
citizens

And worse still spreading germs and plagues

Now is so much a result of those bad old days

From the town hall, to inner-city architecture

From the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in
Leicester

Casino alcholics in the Mid-West,

junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass
death

The urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of
gold

And churches justifying lives being sold

Though the culprits change, control rarely
shifts

Only China comes close to even f#@*^!g with
this

This world we call Earth and the system I dis

A lifestyle full of work where we barely exist

Look at Chile now - decimated native populations
held down

The rich, white powers holding on

With British backing like Malaysia’s arms
buying

The same gang’s running the show

And I’m trying to see through this and not
become a lone hitman

Out to kill that bitch Maggie Thatcher with a
sick plan

Sick bitch, supporting Pinochet in extradition

On telly, she put my brain into a strange
position

So do you come to terms with devilish ways?

Or do you try to escape, run away or start to
pray ?

I try to think about the positive things

One Love, no queen, one god, no king



I wish I had the will to fight back

Be at the World Trade Centre all dressed in
black

Me and an angry pack

Instead I just rap and give back

And see a rich life and think..I still want to
live that

It’s so subtle how they muddle us

Now life is so complex we let the small things
trouble us

And revolution ? Forget that for the one fact

We don’t have the arms to even try to
compete

It’s even easier to keep your head down and
stay asleep

And while you’re lying there counting see your
face in them sheep

And that’s deep but not as deep as losing a
child,

Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by
your village hut

Pure grief, thanks to far away beef

Fried in messed-up religion half-baked in
belief

So I won’t stop rappimg till you get my
drift

That we’re held in the Grip getting sorely
dissed

Capitalists are we, we pretend we’re not

Buying better trainers each year, connecting
dots

We go from first job to next job, to mortgage to
kids

Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in’ to live

Me I’m striving to give but I’ll hustle like
mad

Just to get ahead in life

I need money so bad, yeah I’m pissed now

So do you get my gist now ?

If hell existed, half the world’s already in
the lift down…..



In the Grip…