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Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long way
I'm not in a hurry
I grew up with hip-hop
Bumping in my walk-man
I used to use it to drown out my mothers talking
Because she was always on my back
Trying to get me home
Before the street light would turn on
And the sky turned black
Because that's
When the evil arrives
'Nangs', needles and knives
How do people survive
I was just a kid running his lips
Me and my cousin think
We running this shit
Little did we know
That the place we called home
Would later be inundated with poor folk
Lower socio-economical situations
But we were too young to notice the shit we facing
And our mothers were naive
They didn't know better
So nan's little place was as good as a baby sitter
I used to stay with her
Before she went to heaven
She would give me money to buy her smokes
And I was only seven
Walk to the store Winnie blue fifty pack
And some lollies for good boys
If you bring them back
And I knew I had to get back in a rush
Because those 'bullies' want to
Steal the smokes and beat me up
And I can escape in the drains under the bridges
I just got to be careful of the used syringes
It's not a place for a kid to be playing in the gutters
Living in the 1980's
Word to my nanna
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long way
I'm not in a hurry
Mr bus driver please take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long way
I'm not in a hurry
I grew up with hip-hop
Bumping on my bicycle
Blades, skates and skateparks
Bowls and skipping high school
We used to hitch rides on the side of a bus
Or take the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed him of his wallet
He had to give it up
He wasn't scared of them
But an oxygen bubble in his blood
And the police were not always safe
Like that time I had five cops with
Five glocks pointed in my face
Just a case of mistaken identity
Wrong place wrong time but
They could have just ended me
We stayed away from
The speed, smack and powder sniffers
Smoked weed and planned
How to stack our riches
Just teenagers living in the nineties
Playing around in places that you should not find us
Because that's when the evil arrives
'Nangs', needles and knives
How do people survive
So we never touched none of that shit
My real dad nearly died
Couple heart attacks from that shit
And I just wanted to move out of the house
Where it's my rules I'm the authority now
I'm thinking I want to be rapper
Not a criminal
So make sure that I focus
And just block our my peripheral
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long way
I'm not in a hurry
Mr bus driver please take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long way
I'm not in a hurry
I grew up with hip-hop bumping in my hatchback
Upgraded to 'V.L.' nothing to splash cash
Sweetest sound system
With the maroon velour
Alone and poor
But I felt like I owned the world
Five percent tint
Somehow skipping infringements
Revving the engine this is
Sixteen inches of vengeance
Now I'm living in a share house
With a couple of mates
I'm stepping over people
I don't even know at my place
This one time we had a homeless guy
Stay in our house for two weeks straight
And then I never saw him again
Had a couple 'crackies' just
Fighting up on my front door
Dude in a blue wife beater
Knocks the chick to the floor
And then he steps up on my letterbox
And jumps double footed
On the side of her face
Breaking the chicks jaw no shit
Enough said six weeks later
Same dude overdosed dead
Because I can see the evil's arrived
It's all 'Nangs', needles and knives
How can I survive
Got these junkies shooting up
In my driveway at like ten
I had enough if this shit I gotta find a better plan
I gotta move away somewhere near the hinterland
So now I'm on my knees praying with both hands
Plan mid naughties I got to make
An album be the boss
But I got tied down to a job so my dream lost damn
Hey mr bus driver please take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Jst a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Tauke me home the long way
I'm not in a hurry
Mr bus driver please take me home

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