Lyrics We Don't Care (It Ain't Safe) - Bob Vylan

It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block
(We got Skepta on this one, trust me)

All your protesting and your Master's degree
Didn't teach you not to flinch when you pass me in the street
Didn't teach you you should ask before you try and touch my hair
Didn't teach you we don't need you,
We don't want you, we don't care for you
Fake political, high-spirit individuals
Upper-class Marx dressed as working-class liberals
Which oppressed group can you save before your dinner's due?
They don't need you, they don't want you, they're fucking sick of you

We don't care, go home
We don't care, go home

Joggers tucked in socks, baby hairs slicked down
Shopping at the retro spot 'cause old clothes are sick now
Gentrify communities, daddy paying uni fees
Grabbing lunch at mornings but still use a silver spoon to eat
Skepta on the playlist, fetishize estate life
Runnin' round the city as though you were never raised right
How much MD can you bang before the daylight?
And beg mummy send some more money for the rave tonight

We don't care, go home
We don't care, go home

We don't care about your nine-month journey through South America
We don't fucking care about all the kids you helped in Senegal
We don't fucking care if you just got a new 35-millimetre camera
And used it to take a banging picture of D Double at Eski Dance, no
We don't fucking care, go home

It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off
It ain't safe on the block, we chasing yuppies off