Lyrics

I thought I had been misplaced
A battered coat and suitcase
You can’t play it cool
At that kind of school
You’ll end up back at first base

They said I had potential
To rise above the crowd
A tiny scrap of hope
Like a tightrope
Or else be non essential

Learn to play hard
In the school yard
Took a body shot
To my blind spot
I had to dust down
Had to stick around
Go my own way
Fight another day

Now I’m back on my feet
Feeling like king of the street
No more trouble coming round
When I’m ten feet off the ground
Girl give me your hand, be my
Queen of the homeland
Queen of the homeland

I traded school for dealing
And would have died by thirty
But she walked into my life
Cut through me like a knife
For the first time I knew the feeling

Broke my armour like an arrow
Showed me that love is powerful
Each and every day
Try to find my way
Stick to the straight and narrow

Learn to play hard
In the school yard
Took a body shot
To my blind spot
I had to dust down
Had to stick around
Go my own way
Fight another day

Now I’m back on my feet
Feeling like king of the street
No more trouble coming round
When I’m ten feet off the ground
Girl give me your hand, be my
Queen of the homeland
Queen of the homelannnd

The streets of the East Side
Made me who I am
Now I keep my iron fist
In a velvet glove
Cos I can’t take the risk
To hurt the one I love

Now I’m back on my feet
Feeling like king of the street
No more trouble coming round
When I’m ten feet off the ground
Girl give me your hand, be my
Queen of the homeland

Now I’m back on my feet
Feeling like king of the street
No more trouble coming round
When I’m ten feet off the ground
Girl give me your hand, be my
Queen of the homeland
Queen of the homeland