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My Queen Is Ada Eastman
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Marco24

Still here still grinding
Hustling and striving
In these dark times these dark
Minds I'm a diamond
Big Ben is still chiming
They don't wanna see us smiling
They wanna keep us grimey
But my politics still lively
Still here amongst the sirens
Turn the claps and violence down
Dust in lane I'm scribing
No visits from your Highness
Still here my dear despite
The prophecies of seers
Smashed to pieces on the pier
Put myself back like IKEA
Still here among the brass
Garments washed in starch
London wind is biting harsh
Shiver my thin moustache
I'm crude but not into crass
Willing and able and up to the task
They go low we go high it's a fact
They go low we go high like tax
Still here and cool
Still here like Queen Kasoon, J life leaves and oooh
Old school, like tomato stew, ooh
Stood on the shoulders of greats
In my hands my own faith
Make my enemies eat the cake
Cry me a river, cry me a lake
Still here God willing
Old rebels still revelling
Calm inside the Catalin
Calm though times unsettling
Too dark a mind to settle it
Don't want the beef that I'm serving
Feline amongst these vermin
Black and proud and determined
Jumped in the war left with no stitch
Ate with a priest, drived with a witch
Man's a 9th degree
Heartbreak wherever my flag is pitched
Cutting my hunger for fine things
Learning the lesson that time brings
Acquired this taste for London Pride
Spread my wings in these noxious skies
In these streets, these streets where foxes hide
I'm not yet old and I'm so wise
I take this strife in my stride
I must admit, it's tough at times
But most don't like it, I dived in
This never never never never
Ending pressure piling on
I'm still here still unruly
All sound and all fury
All frown and all fury
All gas and all fury
No peers, no jury
Burn UKIP, fuck the Tories
Fuck the fascists, end of story
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em truly
Call me a roach, 'cause I'm resilient
I'm born strong, the son of an immigrant
Struggling element
And I'll be here
I'll be here when your cities are sediment
And only your borders and fences are left
I'll be here when your banks stop selling debt
And all your leaders stop selling death
And you've lost all relevance
In the corner, check me reading a paper
Scribing your last will and testament
I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here
Man still here
I'm still here
I'm still here, done now



All comments from YouTube:

Sofia Curitol Jaque

I'm sorry if this question sounds inappropriate, but i'm a latin american person who doesn't know a lot about history. Who is/was Ada Eastman?, i tried to google it but i couldn't find something about it. Again, i'm sorry if my question is inappropriate

Batı

That was a wonderful question through which we learned about this amazing piece's back story. Thanks so much for asking!

Sofia Curitol Jaque

Wow!, what a powerful story. Thanks a lot ❤

Rae White

"He explains: "'My Queen Is Ada Eastman' is dedicated to my great grandmother who I knew throughout my time living in Barbados. She lived to a hundred and three years of age. My memories of her are of a matriarch who held the whole fabric of our family together and who worked tirelessly her whole life to support her children and see the generations that came after her fly to positions that well exceed her humble origins. Her memory gives me strength. Still here!"
http://www.clashmusic.com/videos/premiere-sons-of-kemet-my-queen-is-ada-eastman

Mark Brouwer

My first listen. Powerful.

Luka Edisherashvili

Buddah!

Marco24

Still here still grinding
Hustling and striving
In these dark times these dark
Minds I'm a diamond
Big Ben is still chiming
They don't wanna see us smiling
They wanna keep us grimey
But my politics still lively
Still here amongst the sirens
Turn the claps and violence down
Dust in lane I'm scribing
No visits from your Highness
Still here my dear despite
The prophecies of seers
Smashed to pieces on the pier
Put myself back like IKEA
Still here among the brass
Garments washed in starch
London wind is biting harsh
Shiver my thin moustache
I'm crude but not into crass
Willing and able and up to the task
They go low we go high it's a fact
They go low we go high like tax
Still here and cool
Still here like Queen Kasoon, J life leaves and oooh
Old school, like tomato stew, ooh
Stood on the shoulders of greats
In my hands my own faith
Make my enemies eat the cake
Cry me a river, cry me a lake
Still here God willing
Old rebels still revelling
Calm inside the Catalin
Calm though times unsettling
Too dark a mind to settle it
Don't want the beef that I'm serving
Feline amongst these vermin
Black and proud and determined
Jumped in the war left with no stitch
Ate with a priest, drived with a witch
Man's a 9th degree
Heartbreak wherever my flag is pitched
Cutting my hunger for fine things
Learning the lesson that time brings
Acquired this taste for London Pride
Spread my wings in these noxious skies
In these streets, these streets where foxes hide
I'm not yet old and I'm so wise
I take this strife in my stride
I must admit, it's tough at times
But most don't like it, I dived in
This never never never never
Ending pressure piling on
I'm still here still unruly
All sound and all fury
All frown and all fury
All gas and all fury
No peers, no jury
Burn UKIP, fuck the Tories
Fuck the fascists, end of story
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em truly
Call me a roach, 'cause I'm resilient
I'm born strong, the son of an immigrant
Struggling element
And I'll be here
I'll be here when your cities are sediment
And only your borders and fences are left
I'll be here when your banks stop selling debt
And all your leaders stop selling death
And you've lost all relevance
In the corner, check me reading a paper
Scribing your last will and testament
I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here
I'm still here
Man still here
I'm still here
I'm still here, done now

Gabriel Gian

Is this MC Ride not screaming?

Eduardo Prospero

Fuego.

Ecléctico Iconoclasta

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