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brotherhood - you gotta life كلمات الأغنية

the time is 3am, when? the date is 6th of june,1962
lets measure the worth, at the birth of you.
let me take you to, the pre-natal center,
time for you to enter, ripping from placenta.
the way that it was meant’a, sent from god’s miracles,
screaming from your mum’s mouth, huggin on umbilicle.
pinnicle exist, twist the photo lens,
now your dads taking photo’s for his friends.
ends, justify the means, rip your mumma cleans,
smack the baby’s bot and splash the blood up on the screens.
scene’s, of love and life, man and wife why?
you the baby boy and now the apple of your mum’s eye.
inside, back at home, got you cosy like the womb,
got the captain caveman painting and wallpaper on your room.
soon, your growing up a million years past the door,
got you walking on your hind legs from crawling on the floor.
all awestruck, dont want ya trip up, so your daddy buys your box
and shaves your head from baby locks.
time tocks, brother wants to p-ss on his legacy.
exercise conditions, so the id is hereditary.
apple of his eye, choking adams throats,
so your father starts to dote on his great white hope.
nope, you were just a nappy wearing drip-lover,
daddies got ideas of his own little hitler….

[chorus: x4]

ya gotta life…
ya gotta life, but dont know how to live it do ya?

[verse two:]

six years old, now you on the street playing footie.
dad will teach you how to sweep, but dont play with mister sooty.
goodie goodie gum drops, daddy loves scotch,
always drunk on the job so his stars always botch.
swatch, another twelve years in the void,
feels like four score and ten that your dads unemployed and annoyed.
sitting in the front room bitter,
screaming how the immigrants have done him right up in the sh-tter.
gary glitter, there’s noone left in my gang, my gang,
all the jobs are taken my the hood or the ying-yang.
slang enough abuse through the windows at the p-ssers
shoutin’ cut your hair to the pappi’s and the rasta’s.
now he has ta’, take a drink cause he parky,
tellin’ you your mummy just run off with a darkie.
took the car keys, left him there without his dinner,
crying ‘oh’ to his lord, while she’s out to sinner.
head spinner, now you doubting days and confused,
cant make your own desicion cause your mind has been abused.
used, now you try to make your own choice,
you try to open your mouth but you aint got your own voice.
poised on the edge with the broken rolemodel,
no longer protected by the days of the squabble.
mind boggle, make you ohh make you ahh,
you got a life, but dont know how to live it do ya…

[chorus: x4]

[verse three:]
ooh, so now the sh-t’s h-t the fan.
out on your own, try to act like a man.
d-mn, who’s annointing bitterness and blame.
pointing all the fingers to the one’s that ain’t the same.
aim, your anger fighting tooth and nail to the cross,
undirected mind in the shadow of the squashed.
lost, cause you got no place to go,
slow, stifling the earth got no sp-ce to grow.
no, all you think is off your broken family,
signed subscriptions, pay your money to the bnp.
you want a yid bashing rump,
circ-mstances pump and you do the n-z- slump.
from, whence did you come from think.
became your daddy’s clone in the speed of a blink.
if there was any good there, it must have gone through ya,
ya gotta life, but dont know how to live it do ya’…

[chorus x4]

- brotherhood

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