A Silver Bird

I heard about this girl,
a proper G

a day in her life, man it would be

pretty hard, more than a little heavy
in her hometown of 

brighton, it weren't so bright then,
back in the day

but even back then
she'd managed to find a way 

to keep it interesting

-and well, rumour has it,
she's finally back!-

I heard she be tearing
through the hood, just yesterday
she had some kind of epiphany
and decided to come back
to live life a little differently

this is how she spent it

...that day...
early morning/ she met up with her old mate

Abu Rajal

dis safe guy from Senegal

they blazed up

and when she'd had enough

of his deep empty philosophical talk

she walked, yeah she walked

she went to shoot hoops with da boys
shocked when dey saw her
 they made such a noise
she couldn't hack it
the attention, the questions,
in less than
ten minutes
she escaped, she made
for da cottage and got some chicken wings
before going back to dat old block
she knocked and knocked and knocked
but no answer

so she left again, sat by da raging sea
there she waited and waited
-for a sign/ to be free-

when the sun had finally set
and the night had arrived

she headed up to Wah Kiki's

for one last dance/
it took just one stray glance,

and she was gone, she left again
and this time she went-

in the obscure night/ to get her old boat

she got in,
pressed her palm against her throat
 and started paddling
to the derelict pier
and when she got there

she climbed up the bars
and sat there at the top
 looking at them shining stars

after some time
she started spittin' bars

she spit da sickest lines
you ever heard

and so the galaxies opened up
and revealed their secrets to her and
she metamorphosed into
a silver bird

-you'll see the bird
circle the Brighton sky
no lie,
she be that beautiful bird
she didn't really die-