About Sonny Green
Sonny Green has worked in the live music scene over many years doing various gigs including being the first ever rap artist to perform at the House of Commons supporting Fatboy Slim. He’s worked with Brian May, Slash, Pete Doherty, Tamer Hassan amongst many well known artists. After supporting Asian Dub Foundation at a gig at Broadwater Farm, he was quickly recruited to join them live and to date he has played over 50 venues across Europe, consistently delivering confident live performances, opening for a variety of performers. In a sea of other similar artists, what makes Sonny stand out from the crowd is that he calls it as he sees it, and his angry lyrical tirades are completely uncompromising, unmaterialistic and calls out everyone from politicians to his peers without fear.
Sonny Green
“The Doorsteps of Britain”
The sun sets whilst I’m streaming
Today we pray online
god I know your with us
Filled up on Holy Spirit
like milk bottles dropped off at 5 am
The doorsteps of Britain
Silent and dispondent
tired like our culture
Like our politics and our poetry
The peasents are conforming
Now my estate is voting Boris
BJS and Cheap rides
where always in abundance
and we’re used to getting fucked
So I guess they trust the devil they know
I’d like to think
we’re braver than that
but true say we’re tired toddlers left on British doorsteps
In baskets made of vines
Vines that strangle and choke the hope of the romantic
The roots stem from children’s homes exposed as being overgrown with paedophile rings
The 70s kids abused are parents abused, jimmy saville was there baby sitter thatcher was there mother god save the queen,
As they played one another.
The door steps of Britain,
Tense & traumatised we hide our bruises behind our bravado.
& still the baby screams. The baby screams
A cry of freedom. & cry’s tears of truth.
They drop out of the baskets made of vines and onto the street, where the blood flows down the drain.
Into the sewer. into the sea.
You want a happy ending but this one comes for free.
So welcome to reality.
In the basket lies the future the present and the past.
Tell me what you want sir? You only have to ask,
Go on ask me my opinion go on ask me for a glass?
There quick to get you drunk but won’t give you a second chance.
On The doorsteps of Britain.
Sweet Caroline.
Da da dada good times
Never felt so good so good soo good’
Sublime
But if you park outside man you’ll probably get a fine.
Stupid white man always worried about the time.
On the door steps of Britain.
The sun sets whilst I’m streaming ,
Our elders killed off our future but or babies there still dreaming.
In there baskets made of vines,
Only god can Judge us.
But a judge can take your life.
On the door steps of Britain.
The class system is a crime.
They label us the Chavs and then ask us for a line.
On the door steps of Britain.
Doing what we’re told.
And inside there Ivory towers there sitting on there gold.
You ain’t great no more, your boring and your old.
You tried to sell the people’s soul but our spirits can’t be sold.
On the door steps of Britain.
The diamond from the heart of Africa is in the Tower of London.
Until it returns to the mother land we will always be confused.
On the door steps of Britain
Broken and abused.
The sun sets while I’m streaming
Leave me be leave alone
On the door steps of Britain
Where they killed us through our phones.
On the door steps of Britain.
Leave a Rose by my grave
Ifought hard for my country
But they buried me a Slave
On the door steps of Britain’.
The sun sets whilst we stream
I can still hear my neighbour
singing
God Save the Queen
© Sonny Green (2020)
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