Sleepy Little Town - Jack Flash, Jehst, Asaviour

Let me describe it

Between where the Pennines sit

And the Sun fights through cloud to keep the skies lit

There’s a town I call home

Where shadows from the Sun

Divide countryside views from industrialised

Where bad news travels fast

In a small world of glorified car girls and alley cats

Bordering Halifax and Leeds City

Travel on the train for £3.50p

Now keep me

Past the leafless trees and grey buildings

We dream to escape and make millions

Instead we stay and raise children

We’re stuck here now

In this grime filled drugged up town

And the average man’s afraid to mention

All the class prejudices

And the underlying racial tension

Now it feels like a musical ghost town

Especially since Fourth Wave and Badlands closed down

Beats & Pieces run the open mics

And the streets aren’t safe to walk alone at night

So, no, the roads aren’t paved with gold

In this sleepy little town that I’ve made my home

In this sleepy little town

Yeah, you know we can’t catch no zees

Keep grinding tryna stack those Ps

In the offices and factories

Farmers to

People gotta earn their keep

In this sleepy little town

Yeah, you know we can’t catch no Zs

Keep grinding tryna stack Queen’s heads

You know gotta stack those grands

Where an know the barren lands

Like they back of they hands

In this sleepy little town

In this sleepy little town

Something just might

Jump up and bite you

Right

Now

Where the raw countryside surrounds you

The ghettos get neglected by Kirklees council

Where man’ll burn trees by the ounce still

No brakes

No hands

Cycling downhill

And that’s just how a fella feels

It’s like the whole goes round

To the sound of the Ferris wheel

This forever real

This forever will

There saying that I’ll switch

Even though I never will

Get rich and bail

Gotta tryna tip the scale

Kids out

Tryna flip grounds on a bigger scale

Pigs’ll have 'em stripped down like a Chippendale

On some chip & pin fraud

Sitting indoors

With your in laws

When they knock on the front

If you end up inside

You still had some fun

And so

We sip rum and coke

And soak up the smoke

And hope that your best friend don’t cut your throat

It’s just some shit I wrote

With the 'Field in mind

If you feel the grind, you can probably feel my vibe

In this sleepy little town

Yeah, you know we can’t catch no zees

Keep grinding tryna stack those Ps

In the offices and factories

Farmers to

People gotta earn their keep

In this sleepy little town

Yeah, you know we can’t catch no Zs

Keep grinding tryna stack Queen’s heads

You know gotta stack those grands

Where an know the barren lands

Like they back of they hands

In this sleepy little town

See my verse all starts with a newsflash

Direct to my mobile phone

Told got one in his…

See the problem is

Breddas petrified of labour

But want paper

Ex-mill worker sods

Flip work for fods

And the grass must get cut

If you run your gums

I truly hope you’re

Not the one

To run your mouth

And chat 'bout man’s private affairs

Yo, living in arrears

Doubts from your peers

See, home is where the hurt is

My heart is where is started

Been missing for over a year

Dearly departed

My truth is the sum of all fears

Kill a loop with abuse

Yo I want you to hear

'Cause this will seduce

This bruddas get gears

Hold tight

For a legitimate wage

I hold mics

Rest assured I’ll be singing his praise

And putting my town on the map

Faking graft

Live from the 'Field

It ain’t flat caps and whippets

Envision the real

Let me backtrack

I just flashback

And stand up for what I feel

In this sleepy little town

Yeah, you know we can’t catch no zees

Keep grinding tryna stack those Ps

In the offices and factories

Farmers to

People gotta earn their keep

In this sleepy little town

Yeah, you know we can’t catch no Zs

Keep grinding tryna stack Queen’s heads

You know gotta stack those grands

Where an know the barren lands

Like they back of they hands

In this sleepy little town