Block Grind Roots

Yeah

Cold on the estate,

focus on the gate

Postcode static, block by block

We don't watch no clock,

keep it on lock

Started with a pocket full of absolute zilch

Now we're building up the kingdom on the silt

Step by step, climbing up the tower

Every single minute is another ounce of power

Static in the postcode,

static in the air

We grew up with nothing but we make them stare

From the ground to the sky,

yeah we make it clear

Static in the postcode,

we don't feel no fear (no fear!)

Concrete jungle but I found my lane

Wash away the doubt,

wash away the pain

Every corner store, every broken light

We were mapping out the tactics in the night

Now the signal's clean,

no more interference

Striving on the daily with the perseverance

Static in the postcode,

static in the air

We grew up with nothing but we make them stare

From the ground to the sky,

yeah we make it clear

Static in the postcode,

we don't feel no fear (no fear!)

Postcode static... (block by block)

Yeah, we built this