Roland (feat. Seybin)

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Doo, eh, ho, la
Doo, eh, ho, la
Open your ears and listen 'til the end
To the tale of a life and the message it sends
Cut through the pain, the point you might catch
In the back of your mind the itch you can't scratch
A song of an addict's destructive traits
Thoughts of death and reality, wait!
The words that I speak may sound uncouth
But this is my story, this is my truth
I hail from a place that suffered in the wake
Of the, Thatcher years, make no mistake
Times were hard and the game was rigged
For a single mother raising all of her kids
Left by the side for a cock-sucking bawd
God only knows how that woman endured
But try as she might she could not unchain
The feelings of loss, betrayal and pain
Her broken mind could not be saved
And grief sent her to an early grave
The future took root and her children were poised
For poverty, hurt, all their hopes destroyed
See, it always results in shattered lives
When men choose hoes over wives
It's far more than a trivial thing
As all my angles in the aviary sing
Doo, eh, ho, la
Doo, eh, ho, la
Years have passed but the struggles remain
Just a different face and a different name
Still a son of my city, born and bred
Ask anyone I know, I live and bleed red
Like a friend who was stabbed by a bitch in the chest
Sent by a knife to his eternal rest
I'd trade with you in heartbeat, bro
But there's no room in heaven for my tainted soul
So I take to the bottle, bong, beak and bitch
As I make my way down my f*ck-it list
My hands leave a trail, a blur in their wake
My body and mind take all they can take
In this space I remain and my choices are plain
A bullet to the head or continue with the pain
It's far more than a trivial thing
As all my angels in the aviary sing
Doo, eh, ho, la
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Let's take this track down to the mellow point
Take a break from rapping, Lewis and roll a fat blunt
This Old Swan chronic will put you in a haze
Knock you f*ck off your feet and leave you there for days
Want to out smoke me, try, you're more than welcome
If you can take the crown from champ, Willie Nelson
I smoke and smoke, don't choke, you'll see
Don't call me dog I'm an O.G., G, O, D
From Long Beach to Liverpool, I step correct
From South Central to South End I command respect
Yo, I pose with pros, fine hoes in clothes
No woes, hot body, ass, nose and toes
I rows and mows, I sows in droves
I paves the way, you know how it goes
Everybody knows what I'm about
So good luck with the Roland track and I'm out
Doo, eh, ho, la
Doo, eh, ho, la

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