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doesn't know my name
Sometime I go and watch him at his football games
But one of these days I'm gonna tell him the truth
'Bout who his old man is who I

in the streets 
And Friday night football
Learn how to drive, in a bench seat ride
The world gets a little less small
It was cowboy boots, and Sadie

bikes playing when the future was beyond reach
All the homies went they separate ways nonchalantly
No more playing ditch them
Or football in the street
No

Mi tell m'er play football or cwan go fly a kite

Especial when the ladies dress-up
Mi tempted mi tink things si make mi mind mess-up
A di truth so mi

They built a playground for the filthy rich
On the place that was once our football pitch
A misspent youth spent on the account of me
They privatised

wireless
Youths nowadays na steady highness
Leave us alone and mind your own business
Shey na you dey feed me?
Na you dey clothe me?
Space for your bunk,

through/  

Went from da football field being a pick six magnet to tanji whispering to me, Get This magnum/ 

Click click flash now I'm sick Shift molestin/

your deathbed

Our only option 20 shots in the league or 20 shots to the dome end up 6 feet deceased
And you wonder why these football players wanna take

out before they start reaching the youth

All of the times I've been stuck in the booth
Rappin' 'bout struggle and spittin' the truth
Instead of cappin'

a do it all ,so them gyal yah be sticky,got the Nike the football be sign,but I keep scoring goals so that just minor,in the Gucci the latest

and turn we took, we wrote our history
Bonfire talks and fields of stars where secrets used to stay
Now we face the ticking clock, as youth slips day by day

tired may be, they did drugs, who is he
They did fuck up, who is he yeah
Youth in the houses indeed
Rocking on a evening like a rave like ah
Rocking outta

it, let me tell you the idea
Alright, it's like, where we start
This, like, youth league, right?
Like football league, basketball, football
I mean,

the game won't wait up
Dismissed all the beef and
Shook all the haters
And took on the new routine
Started coaching youth football to
Go straight clean
Like

like they represent the youth
I double up the tints, they got me blacking out the coupe
And nothing was the same since my Fire in the Booth
Shit, look

As a fresh-faced youth, I introduce, you to Cheshire’s ugly son 
A run-down sleepy town found in northern England’s where I’m from 
Located upon

Talking way back! When the youths wasn't rude
Girls never dressed nude! Covered in tattoos
Having youths and a youth, popping pills doing balloons
Twerking

My Old Home

K'NAAN

The Dusty Foot Philosopher

2006

the rain drops cool
Neighbors and dwellers spatter in the pool
Kids playing football with his hand and sock
We had what we got, and it wasn't a lot
No

Brickfield Nights
(SteelDangerfield) 
Remember those dark nights down Brickfield 
Never a blade in sight..... (Brickfield Nights)
No youth club, no

It's the same old story where I'm from
Lemme tell you how it goes
Either you're selling drugs playing football or your stuck on the you're stuck

The only thing I know is how to catch a football with my chest all because my winter gloves is too slick
The boots don't move quick, my hands have no grip

nothing happened
It's a fantasy, football, like my creation
My creator is hearing me and my obsession
Feel like all my prayers are hittin' ceilings
No

and I will always be Christians Brother

Everyday after school
We would always play football
Up against that old stone wall
Imagining ourselves out there

Autoreverse, loop, ride sur l'
Autoroute du gouffre
Grille du poulet pour l'esbroufe
Rétroviseur ghetto youth
Farandoles de ploucs et milices tous les jours