Lyrics:
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck
Whoa…
Ooh…
It’s been a long time coming
I’m still running running in a line to the paper doing circles
I am only human never meant to hurt you
You
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
Um this is produced by Michael Bruner
And my name's Sipe! Um... So I think you'll enjoy this one yeah
Doing things motherfuckers wish they could be
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like the river, I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like the river, I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like the river, I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
to the honking trucks
Riding on Nakano Dori, my alarm is rather daunting
Start another day by calling brothers strolling on the side street
Side by side the soul
whatever the cost
Yea
Put in a long day's work phone in the hallway
Baby I'm making a call
Summer they passing the ball
Running it back in the fall well
I do
I've got to get to my brother
Before the Rock chuckers
Out on your rail too long
Wanted you there
Even when the madman came along
Time to launch them
Will part time friends move on?
and will it take that long?
I’ve been thinking bout
All my brothers
teenage lovers now
Will they stick around?
I’m
them in my mind
On the hospital bed some saying am done
No way brother that's a long way
You're my father's son
Fall down seven times get up eight
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
and home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long
I want to go home I want
fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old Papa, Sister and brother,
I dreamed about that girl
Who's been waiting for so long.
I want to go
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
Still don't know when, I'm leaving
Just trying to find, the meaning
Lately I've felt like it's all a illusion
That I can't escape I'm clouded by confusion
Through battles in Arenas with the world elitist
Running strategies of war that were fetus ideas
To other generals, from them the assassin would free us
Doing nothing much but watch the sand fall down.
My brother left to fight a losing battle
My sister’s long since bound for Mexico
When I looked down
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like that river I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
a get that money get that money you know
My lil brother hit a lick and now he gotta stay low
Yeah my brother yeah my partner getting it in by the loads
train
I realised life a game
I’m the coach and the team
Sticking to my schemes
Ski mask money that’s the fucking theme
My task force running fucking
and in a daze
Running through the darkness
Put your hands right into chains
Hear the truth revealed by systematic flaws
Derailed and caged in, puts us up
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