No, you don't see him in jeans and jumper he swaggers in designer clobbers gold chain and expensive watch smelling like Harrods
No, you don't see him in the pubs nor with mates downing pints he rolls around in a limousine with glowing cheeks
No, you don't see him hanging with us he talks posh and think he's 'it' with a pretty wife dainty and slim perched in louboutin
No you don't see him on the rob he's a prince don't you know with a mind and scholastic laurels and promises to go far
No, you don't see him anymore we got out the conspirators who slandered and demonized him us underground racists bucked him in modern enterprising fashion No fine N---er allowed Checkmate