"Sour Times" as written by Ayanna Witter-johnson, Rizwan Ahmed, Ella Baruch and Catherine Anne Davies....
In these sour times
Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines
Forrest Gate
Sorry mate?
Nah nothing - it’s fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines
Forrest Gate
Sorry mate?
Nah nothing - it’s fine


And now its post 7/7, why they callin it that?
They Tryna link it to New York like we're all under attack
From the same big bad guy but it's takin the piss
cos the truth is Al Qaeda doesn’t really exist

There ain’t no super villain planning these attacks from some base
The truth is so much scarier and harder to face
See there’s thousands of angry young men that are lost
Sidelined in the economy, a marginal cost
That think there’s no point in putting ballots up in the box
The got no place in this system and no faith in its cogs
They’re easy targets to be getting brainwashed by these knobs
Who say that spillin innocent blood is pleasing a god
Well it sounds good when you don’t see no justice or jobs
The gas bills are piling up but all the oil's getting robbed
So David’s taking out Goliath and his wife and his dog
Segregated, castrated now we’ll see who’s on top

So see it ain’t religious faith that’s causin these crimes
It's losing faith in democratic free market designs
It’s no coincidence the bombers came from ghettos up north
And the way that Bush and Blair talk gives a lost boy a cause
Then double standards get em angered both at home and abroad
There’s a monopoly on pens that’s why they forge their own swords
The misguided turn violent strap themselves up with bombs
But they’re still cowards cos they ain’t here when the backlash is on


So in these sour times
Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines
Forrest Gate
Sorry mate?
Nah nothing - it’s fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines
Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?
Nah nothing -it's fine


So all the mans that wanna say
That my religion has to change
That we’re stuck in a bygone age
It's time to set the vinyl straight
Don’t you think it’s kinda strange
That all this terror outrage
These last gasp castaways
These bastards that will blast away
Just turned up in the last decade?
When Islam has been the way
For millions from back in the day
Instead of thinking that were crazed
Investigate just what it says
Fast, help the poor, and pray
Go mecca, be steadfast in faith
That’s the basics that’s the base
So how did we get here today?

Well interpretations always change
Today they’re read with rage
Being jiharded up
Desperation's kinda fucked
Makes you use a book of peace
As weapons in a ruck

So listen…
Terrorism isn’t caused by religion
Or an old school vision of Islam
It’s against the Qur'an
And it’s a new innovation
Caused by mash up situations
That's what makes them turn to arms
The problem is modern
And it’s all local factors
Dictatorships, injustices and wars cause fatwa's


So in these sour times
Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines
Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?
Nah nothing - it’s fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines
Guantanamo, sorry bro?
Nah nothing -it's fine

Please allow me to vouch for mine
Bitter taste in my mouth
Spit it out with a rhyme
I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines


Lyrics submitted by darlindarlin

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