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letra de intro (we live here) - bob vylan

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i was out there serving
by myself, no workers
if a man gives (?) a (?)
that man deserves to get murdered

we don’t do them tings ’round here
we don’t rate those antics
cause a racket when i let them packs go
i serve man like (?)

i weren’t the worst (?) on the (?)
they were man trying to murder their friends
man go (jailer?) for phone tap
come home in the same lane, start working again

the worst (?) never makes it
i don’t make money doing (bate?) sh-t
i made (p?), made it out, got a masters
cause i knew this country would hate it

yeah, nah, they hatin’, they hatin’
thought i’d be in’n’out of the station
strong black man in the making
hated by the place i was made in

this country is finished, but they’re proud to be british
who are they kidding?
price of life is on the rise
and this country is making a k!lling
the stress of selling gets old
can’t get a good nights sleep on road
trying to keep free and alive
sometimes gotta do ten (tolls?)

i saw friends go mad, saw friends mow stones
i saw friends leave home and just lose it
where they are, man, n0body knows
this place i know and i’m so through with

yeah, i miss (juice-man?). i hope he’s alive
i saw him coping to survive
darren said he went missing one day
hoping the tears go unnoticed in my eyes

i’m not supposed to cry, it’s all part and parcel
growing up in a place like this
you either get stuck here
or you pass through courts
(?)

black b-st-rd when did it start?
calling me names, run home and ask
seven years old, mom was n-gga
superman pants changing from a bath
wayne called me that outside of his yard and his big brother tom just laughed
yeah his big brother tom just laughed
but we live here to man, don’t they know that

the names they called us then would soon own
that labels they put on us would soon (?)
mom said the best revenge is success, so i guess i’m getting my own back

come a long way from asking to make a call
then tell you you’re not getting your phone back
come a long way from slough in the summer
but i’ve still got a long way to go, i know that

i was suffering then, still suffering now
scuffling then, still scuffling now
saw my friend get stabbed. late night, summer
anxiety i still suffer with crowds from a place unknown

why you still living there?
he k!lled prostitutes and i was living there
vulnerable girls like ducks that were sitting there
in the sp-ce of a month five went missing there

and i saw what they risking life for
i still have nightmares of things that i saw
i was out in the cold tend to wait by friends i wouldn’t think twice to die for
big g let me sleep in his spare room
he passe away and i couldn’t cry more
now the little girl that named this album is the only thing i would give my life for

we live here

- bob vylan

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