Postcode Panic [1]

[Verse 1] BN1 printed black on white Dad's hands shake as he sorts through tonight Another brown envelope, another fright Been here twenty years but still don't feel right [Pre-Chorus] Six digits define your worth Like some sick lottery since birth They call this place my home But the letters say I don't belong [Chorus] Postcode lottery, what's it gonna be? Another form to prove my identity F*ck your validation, your authority Just numbers and letters controlling me BN1, BN1, set me free [Verse 2] Morning coffee's gone cold again While Dad's on hold, explaining his name "Yes sir, no sir, same address" Watching his pride fade in this mess Kitchen table covered in proof Of a life lived under someone else's roof [Bridge] Late night whispers on the phone "The visa's pending, we're not alone" Stack of papers growing high Each envelope makes Mum cry This isn't what they promised me When they said that we were free [Chorus] Postcode lottery, what's it gonna be? Another form to prove my identity F*ck your validation, your authority Just numbers and letters controlling me BN1, BN1, set me free [Verse 3] Twenty years of council tax Twenty years of covering tracks Twenty years of "where you from?" Twenty years of playing dumb Brighton streets feel like quicksand Holding papers in trembling hands [Outro] Sort me, file me, stamp me clean Push me through your fucking machine BN1, that's where I've been But tell me, where do I begin? Where do I fucking begin?