Double Standards (feat. Sampha)

Lyrics: Emil Larbi/Justin Clarke-Samuel/Sampha Sisay Music: Emil Larbi/Justin Clarke-Samuel/Sampha Sisay *Double Standards lyrics (feat. Sampha) – Ghetts & Sampha | Plyric*

*Ghetts – Double Standards lyrics Matchlyric*

Intro: Sampha Da, du-du-du-du Du, da-da-da-da-da Du Du, tst Du, hm Du-du-du, yeah

Chorus: Sampha & Ghetts Check the foundations, structural imbalance Falling double standards, I fell on my face Hands in the rubble, people walking over me I was one of them and kept walking away I kept walking away (Away) Away (Away) Away I kept walking away (Away) Away (Away) Away I kept walking away (Uh)

Verse 1: Ghetts Look around the world, all I see is double standards Our mum naming her son Muhammed is a madness Jack's in the airport with drugs in his baggage And security are troublin' Muhammed 'bout a sandwich I was on the phone with a pal of mine, they ask me why they helping Ukrainе and not Palestine And I repliеd brown skin, we were so whitewashed Laughin' at names we had problems pronouncin' Kwame said his name was Jerome, and he's from the Caribbean just so people would leave him alone And I remember it was fufu and voodoo jokes until he found the same thing that gave Zulu's hope Sarah's dad hates blacks, but her baby's mixed race, and all he's thinkin' is, "She may have been raped" Imagine bein' light skin, your grandad's racist, and every time you're there, you hear an African statement Look around the world, all I see is double standards Even mark Zuckerburg covers up cameras Steve Jobs never let his kids use an iPad, and my kids think that I'm bad, mad Nie had no TV until she was grown up, I used to think, "What the ****?" when she told us The government have got us in a chokehold A hero if I kill for my country, and a villain if I kill for my postcode Only fightin' for my freedom if it comes to it You got to use your brain before you put a gun to his Had to lose my way before I understood the trip The good die young, the cemetery's full of, "Should've beens" These days, I'm doin' more and sayin' less What's war? War's rich white men playin' chess What for? Well, it's all about the land they finesse God made man and man made a mess (Yes)

Chorus: Sampha Check the foundations, structural imbalance Falling double standards, I fell on my face Hands in the rubble, people walking over me I was one of them and kept walking away I kept walking away (Away) Away (Away) Away I kept walking away (Away) Away (Away) Away I kept walking away

Verse 2: Ghetts They're givin' man life sentences for drugs when a paedophile would probably get less than twenty months In the same court, same day, same judge We only break the law because the law tries to break us So, how am I meant to be corrected when they put my name and address in the papers? But a child molester's identity is protected, is anyone addressing these failures? I just spoke to my mum, oh, man She said, "Police just killed another unarmed man" Everyone complains, but nobody wan' go back home, it come like we don't love our land Everyone's in Ghana in December, come back home and start complainin' 'bout the weather Raheem who's got a hundred goals, but when they miss a penalty, it's monkey jokes (Woah) And they got everybody clappin' for the NHS, but they don't wan' put no cash in the NHS Soon, it's gonna be, "What happened to the NHS?" Politicians gettin' paid more than teachers Stana gettin' praise more than Jesus Most bad b*****s ain't artists, but they still paid for the features It's the realest comin' through the speakers Yeezys the only reason we wore Addidas And I don't wear Balenciaga anymore, and now I've said it, Fashion Week probably won't have me seated Deep it, here's a likkle insight Peep it, there goes my invite I preed it, no one's speakin', that's why I'm an outsider on the inside I got beef with the HMRC, the tax man jacks man, take all my P I'm lookin' at my total, blud, can't you see? Everytime I pay tax, it's hard to breathe I don't know if I'm paro', man, but I can talk about killings and drug dealings But, "Black Rose" is my only tune that's shadowbanned

Outro The thing is, they got us mixed up, son They want us to be the slaves in the field All we keep doin' is lookin' to the big house That's not our aim, that's not our purpose Let's own field, turn our directions, turn around Let's look from their view They see the land, they see the world All we kept, they kept us with the view lookin' at the big house The house that Master on, we got the wrong world view