What do I see when I walk out my front door?

Drugs, guns, violence and much much more

Or do I see what I want to see

Laughter, flowers and a summer bee

Is Hackney as bad as people say?

I don’t know coz its changing everyday

Hackney is a place it is not people

So why judge, because were all equal

Bad things all ways happen
Friends and family die
Girls and boys stand on the street and shake their heads and cry
All different races argue and fight
One day we must learn we have to unite
When is all this rivalry gonna end?
Why can’t we forgive and forget or even just pretend?

Thieves creep about, in and out of homes

This why the police officer frequently roams

School girls smoking, truanting for the day

Don’t seem to realize, they’re throwing their lives away

Buses and cars up and down the street

Mare Street buzzes, where the heart of Hackney beats

Squashed into council flats, not suitable for a mouse

Surely everyone deserves a comfortable safe house

I see young boys standing on the street

Doing what they think they have to, to make ends met

Going to school should be a main priority

But instead they listen to the media and think their a

menace to the society

Here in Hackney, young and free

Life’s door waiting to open, with opportunity

But you never seem to realize what’s right in front of you

Imagine today life can end

For something as small and foolish as acting tough to impress a friend

Unique and full of talent, don’t let the streets hold you down

It’s not to late to change your ways, you can turn your life around

There are good and the bad, highs and the lows

Despite all this I am proud to say

This is MY HACKNEY

And I’d have it no other way!