UK problems

They talk tough for the camera, heart made of glass,

Postcode pride but they’re living a mask.

Blade in the pocket don’t make you a man,

Real strength’s standing firm when you take a stand.

See ‘em online acting built for war,

Borrowed that image, never paid the cost.

Chat ‘bout streets but they hide when it’s tense,

Loudest in the room, weakest in defence.

Selling poison to the kids round the way,

Same faces preaching “bro” then they fade.

They don’t lead, they just follow the crowd,

Fake hard image, just fear too loud.

They talk tough for the camera, heart made of glass,

Postcode pride but they’re living a mask.

Blade in the pocket don’t make you a man,

Real strength’s standing firm when you take a stand.

Carrying steel ‘cause they scared inside,

Fear in their chest, can’t face real life.

Respect ain’t taken by threat or fear,

It’s earned by the way you protect who’s near.

Real man fights for what’s right, not sales,

Not numbers on phones or digital scales.

He builds, he guards, he tells the truth,

Doesn’t trade his soul for a quick little boost.

Being hard ain’t hurting the weak,

It’s holding your ground when it’s hard to speak.

It’s walking away when the hate gets loud,

Keeping your morals when you’re deep in the crowd.

They talk tough for the camera, heart made of glass,

Postcode pride but they’re living a mask.

No fear in my walk, no blood on my hands,

Real men stand tall — that’s the code, that’s the plan.