My Queen Is Ada Eastman

Still here still grinding
 Hustling and striving
 In these dark times these dark
 Minds I'm a diamond
 Big Ben is still chiming
 They don't wanna see us smiling
 They wanna keep us grimey
 But my politics still lively
 Still here amongst the sirens
 Turn the claps and violence down
 Dust in lane I'm scribing
 No visits from your Highness
 Still here my dear despite
 The prophecies of seers
 Smashed to pieces on the pier
 Put myself back like IKEA
 Still here among the brass
 Garments washed in starch
 London wind is biting harsh
 Shiver my thin moustache
 I'm crude but not into crass
 Willing and able and up to the task
 They go low we go high it's a fact
 They go low we go high like tax
 Still here and cool
 Still here like Queen Kasoon, J life leaves and oooh
 Old school, like tomato stew, ooh
 Stood on the shoulders of greats
 In my hands my own faith
 Make my enemies eat the cake
 Cry me a river, cry me a lake
 Still here God willing
 Old rebels still revelling
 Calm inside the Catalin
 Calm though times unsettling
 Too dark a mind to settle it
 Don't want the beef that I'm serving
 Feline amongst these vermin
 Black and proud and determined
 Jumped in the war left with no stitch
 Ate with a priest, drived with a witch
 Man's a 9th degree
 Heartbreak wherever my flag is pitched
 Cutting my hunger for fine things
 Learning the lesson that time brings
 Acquired this taste for London Pride
 Spread my wings in these noxious skies
 In these streets, these streets where foxes hide
 I'm not yet old and I'm so wise
 I take this strife in my stride
 I must admit, it's tough at times
 But most don't like it, I dived in
 This never never never never
 Ending pressure piling on
 I'm still here still unruly
 All sound and all fury
 All frown and all fury
 All gas and all fury
 No peers, no jury
 Burn UKIP, fuck the Tories
 Fuck the fascists, end of story
 Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em truly
 Call me a roach, 'cause I'm resilient
 I'm born strong, the son of an immigrant
 Struggling element
 And I'll be here
 I'll be here when your cities are sediment
 And only your borders and fences are left
 I'll be here when your banks stop selling debt
 And all your leaders stop selling death
 And you've lost all relevance
 In the corner, check me reading a paper
 Scribing your last will and testament
 I'm still here
 I'm still here
 I'm still here
 I'm still here
 Man still here
 I'm still here
 I'm still here, done now