a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de lawrie - pratika

maraa maari, ani maara maari
bazaarwalyanchi maraa maari
ani maara maari, ani maara maari
bazaarwalyanchi maraa maari

notorious man, hiding in the zig-zag lanes of bandra west
more than living a decent life, he’d put innocent people to test
stone cold, with villainous men, he’d roam the streets
our families felt threatened
local goons who’d help him, he’d greet (kaisa hai bhai?)
i remember walking through his door as a child
and seeing collections of p-rn stacked in a shelf (ahh, ahh)
he’d rent those cds as a side business
all his businesses were side-y
a shady man
drowning in his loud music, his doorstep oozing alcohol
us kids around, we’d close our еars and pray for the music to stop
late nights, with board exams, trying to gеt educated
be better, change our lives, make a choice
but no one could stand up to him, step too far and he’d draw a knife (kooissshh)
ambitious people
he’d cheated for years with illegal activity
forged papers, he’d sent people to foreign countries on empty promises
stranded abroad, with no proof, he’d duped so many men
people who’d counted every penny, took a leap of faith
cornered in an unknown land
and if i was older, i’d make him pay
he’s a boogie man, with his own agenda (boogie woogie woogie)
a criminal mind, a womaniser

it gets worse from here…

sometimes we were afraid, we knew what he was capable of
waiting to see what he’s gonna bring to our street next
he’d break open a bottle
don’t know where he’s gonna shove that, probably in someone’s stomach or chest
my innocence withering with every square on the floor i hop-scotched over
no one was safe, especially not the women
the physical and s-xual abuse his family endured was enough
he defiled his own daughter, stripped her of her virginity
his wife he forced from the front, forced her from behind
even her sister, and they had another b-st-rd child
despite violating them, he’d beat them up
he looked after his niece, and violated her too
pushed his fingers up her to check if
she’d had s-x with anyone, in the excuse to find a trace of it

fondling with his own two daughters, touching their br–sts and fingering them
the lion in his own den, a selfish man who couldn’t even use a pen

who is this man? why does he think he can do whatever the f-ck he can?
walking around with his gold t–th and chains, wearing a wife beater (ha ha ha ha)
short pants, with slippers, his legs spread over the gutter
a terroriser, a bad omen, a shame to his name
all he knew was money and women
i wonder why my family didn’t say a word?! because they were scared
the disgrace of where he comes from was a secret (no no no no)
he was my grandma’s nephew, my grand-uncle’s illegitimate son
with love, they called him lawrie, a birthmark like a map on his skull
the elders in our house hung their head low, he was a parasite
run into houses and shutting doors, looking for a place to hide!
but you can’t hide from the truth, uncle!
but you can’t hide from the truth, uncle…
jesus knows the truth, uncle, you can’t hide!
but you can’t hide from the truth uncle, you can’t hide!

see, see that bl–dy man
look at that b-st-rd, look at him running
ey, call him. chase him, men!
look at him, he’s going inside
ey, lock the door men
ey, listen men, ey, eyyy lawrie!

- pratika

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS