No Reason - No Rhyme

Riot is our right,
set the cities alight,
end each day with a fight.

'Cos it's something to do,
kill a copper a screw,
you ain't got a clue!

Me old dad's doing a four,
me mother's try to score,
and there's bailiffs at the door!

Re-hab-il-it-ation?
not in my f-ing nation,
not for black or for Asian.

Your establishment is undone,
rubber bullets from a gun,
no chance for you now my son!

You ain't got a dime,
you're already doin' the time,
might as well do the crime...

No reason, no rhyme!

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