{"id":1051,"date":"2014-06-13T20:06:20","date_gmt":"2014-06-13T20:06:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.innerquests.netstorms.org\/?p=1051"},"modified":"2014-06-13T20:06:20","modified_gmt":"2014-06-13T20:06:20","slug":"kate-tempests-cannibal-kids","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/innerquests.chidakasha.co.uk\/index.php\/2014\/06\/13\/kate-tempests-cannibal-kids\/","title":{"rendered":"Kate Tempest&#8217;s Cannibal Kids"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/TUEsihgq8zU\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Kate Tempest&#8217;s brilliant rap poem reminds us that the roots of &#8216;youth violence&#8217; lies in the violence of a world made by the establishment and the powerful. The poem does not excuse the violence of the &#8216;cannibal kids&#8217; but points out that their spiritual stepfathers are the cannibal capitalists who maintain the structure of violence.<\/p>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t find a transcription anywhere on the web so I transcribed it myself. There were a couple of bits I didn&#8217;t hear properly so I put [?] question marks in those places.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8216;Round here, these cannibal kids want to be kings<br \/>\nBut there ain&#8217;t no royalty left<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause round here the sirens and screams float on the wind<br \/>\nand even the street shudders afraid of our footsteps<br \/>\n&#8216;Round here, these cannibal kids want to be kings<br \/>\nBut there ain&#8217;t no royalty left<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause round here the sirens and screams float on the wind<br \/>\nand even the street shudders yes even the street shudders<br \/>\n&#8216;Round here, these cannibal kids want to be kings<br \/>\nThey don&#8217;t know that kindness is courage<br \/>\nOr that sympathy sings much louder than violence<br \/>\nThey are bitter and drained. Eyes of ice stare from figures of flames<br \/>\nThey, puff chested, restless, nameless, they carry their pains<br \/>\nTo the point ob being painless; these numb ones, young ones<br \/>\nThe new latchkeys of London just soaking up that humdrum<br \/>\nThat makes them want to run from the state they&#8217;re in<br \/>\nPowerless, penniless, feathers clipped<br \/>\nThey find eagle&#8217;s wings in the derelict brotherhood of gang life<br \/>\nThat bang bang life that shouts louder than a sarcastic teacher clapping hands twice<br \/>\nAnd staring down a frightened nose<br \/>\nSee, they learned that respect comes from striking a pose that demands it<br \/>\nBut I know respect and fear are not compatible<br \/>\nBut they&#8217;s a long way from bat and ball<br \/>\nThey don&#8217;t play they let daggers fall<br \/>\nFrom blood-soaked fingers while their siblings lie bleeding in hallways dead.<br \/>\nBut like wisdom has always said, blood begets blood<br \/>\nAnd keeps spilling so the pavements are stained and our hearts are grief-stricken.<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause &#8217;round here, these cannibal kids want to be kings. But there ain&#8217;t no royalty left<\/p>\n<p>No, &#8217;cause round here the sirens and screams float on the wind<br \/>\nand even the street shudders yes even the street shudders<br \/>\nWhile that paranoid panic that goes seeping through the granite of the breeze blocks<br \/>\nIs turning our cities into sheep flocks<br \/>\nSee me have pity those whose knees knock<br \/>\nThe victims of the media machine, them poor souls who&#8217;ve forgotten how to dream<br \/>\nSee, see that cut-throat mentality, that gets encourages in business<br \/>\nThey tell you, to be a success you gotta step on some necks<br \/>\nSo big money is made through that ruthless pursuit and while they [?]<br \/>\nTheir jaded kids [?]<br \/>\nNow we were born into these blood-soaked cities of industry<br \/>\nInformed of the savagery, the infamy, barbarity of history.<br \/>\nControlled and contrived and depressed and tested and stressed out and vexed<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s a message we&#8217;ve been fed so we could propagate their system of division, inhibition, viciousness and contradiction<br \/>\nWe were suckled on the milk that they soured<br \/>\nTold the future was ours and them disembowelled and dis-empowered<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ve been disgraced, deafened and deflowered<br \/>\nOur brains brutalised and all the fires devoured<br \/>\nSo now they&#8217;re shooting guns and robbing cash and trying to claw it all back<br \/>\nBut when the whole thing shatters it always starts with a little crack<br \/>\nAnd them splinters, they stretch out for miles<br \/>\nPointing fingers at smart dressed men with wry crocodile smiles<br \/>\nBut still we get the blame<br \/>\nTold that life is all exchange told that we are the children of capital<br \/>\nThat we are the children of apathy, that we the children of this rapidly changing reality<br \/>\nBut I say, we learn it from them, from their rules and their ways<br \/>\nFor their legitimate businesses deceive, and disgrace<br \/>\nWhile us, we do what we can because we live in this place<br \/>\nWhere the truth can&#8217;t be seen in the face.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Addendum:  Having done that I&#8217;ve just found a proper transcription on the web .. a pdf that include some of Kate&#8217;s other poems. Much recommended: h Having done that I&#8217;ve just found a proper transcription on the web .. a pdf that include some of Kate&#8217;s other poems. Much recommended: <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.innerquests.netstorms.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/no-36-end-times.pdf\">no-36-end-times<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kate Tempest&#8217;s brilliant rap poem reminds us that the roots of &#8216;youth violence&#8217; lies in the violence of a world made by the establishment and the powerful. 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