The City Akor

 

This city never sleeps

 

I hear the people walk by when it's late

 

Sirens bleed through my window sill, I can't close my eyes

 

Don't control what I'm into

 

This tower is alive

 

The lights that blind keep me awake

 

With my hood up and lace untied, sleep fills my mind

 

Don't control what I'm into

 

London calls me a stranger, a traveller

 

This is now my home, my home

 

Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

 

Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

 

Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

 

And what I do isn't up to you,

 

And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

 

The pavement is my friend

 

It will take me where I need to go

 

I find it trips me up, and puts me down

 

This is not what I’m used to

 

The shop across the road

 

Fulfills my needs and gives me company, when I need it

 

Voices speak through my walls, I don’t think I’m gonna make it

 

Past tomorrow

 

London calls me a stranger, a traveller

 

This is now my home, my home

 

Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

 

Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

 

Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

 

And what I do isn't up to you,

 

And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

 

And my lungs hurt, And my ears bled,

 

With the sound of the city life, echoed in my head

 

Do I need this, to keep me alive

 

The traffic stops and starts but I need to move along

 

 

I’m from a city where the rain won’t cease

 

Pollution in the air matches that on the street

 

 

The black smoke gets you head into a muddle, like

 

Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like

 

 

I was a country boy when I moved out

 

Grew up too fast for my family to find out

 

 

Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives

 

Can’t resort to arrogance with white lies

 

 

This city won’t erase me

 

But I can’t help to see how this dark city changed me

 

 

It’s all the same scene, music is my life

 

But I try to fight whatever I need to hide from

 

 

North, South, East, West,

 

London’s my home now, knees weak, but we never slow down

 

 

Now I start to do my music properly

 

And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me

 

London calls me a stranger, a traveller

 

This is now my home, my home

 

Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

 

Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

 

Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

 

And what I do isn't up to you,

 

And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

 

Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

 

Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

 

Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

 

And what I do isn't up to you,

 

 

And if the city never sleeps then that makes two