As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home Upon the barren fields of ivory, neath the stadiums of stone Through the turned stars at the angel, see the homeless on the green From the cali to the cross, and every shito in between Past the church, the mosque, the crack den, and the offi on the corner See the brasses from the brothel, that pretends to be a sauna Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers Seeking solace from their sorrow, in the local battle cruisers Through the madness in the market, weathered faces turn to greet ya Hello governor, how's your mother? You alright son, be lucky geezer Double pie, a mash and liquor, a cup of rosie, the up chap Or watch retired gangsters bicker, every day and half his calf The little fuckers causing trouble, for the causes make you smile You meet your muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while From the fool, nil to the hemi, all the faces are the same Cause the manner might be changing, but the people still remain North London forever, what's ever, no ever These streets are our own, and my heart will leave you never My blood will forever, run through the stone As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made of chrome I see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our chartered homes I see the architecture changing, watch the history disappear And the skyline rearranging, into towers of veneer But I see the remnants of a London, that they thought they could erase Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days Or every time I watch the football, and have a ruby with the lads See an oyster selling clobber, or a dealer shutting bags It's in the single mothers juggling a baby and a job In every single brothers struggling to wind up in the dock It's in the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the line It's in the bricks that built the moorland, and pop them that still stand It's in my family and my friends, in every grime and every bend It's in the roots that we inherit, when a generation ends It's in the ruins of your youth, and the faces of your past Cause the manner might be changing, but the people always last Oh, for London, forever Whatever the weather These streets are our own And my heart, it will leave you never My blood will forever Run through the stone