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The Moods
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The Moods
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The Moods
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Lyrics
Broken homes and broken bones
Dysfunctional families and foster homes
He feels so alone
Crying out for attention he hits the road
He’s a big man now and he won’t be told
All the boys got his back
Feels part of the pack
Safety in numbers
Always down for a scrap
Beefing in the inner city hoods
With the boys from the high rise flats
No straps, no gats
Two hands won’t last
It’s a dog eat dog mentality
Getting out of hand real fast
Gotta gain the advantage
Explain to the mandem that
A blade concealed in your trackies is the only way
To fight back on the counter attack
But the tale takes a turn for the worst in a flash
Your mother lays next to her baby
Stabbed in the back
You’re somebody’s hero you’re nobody’s soldier
A victim in a photo that never grows older
You’re somebody’s hero you’re nobody’s soldier
A statistical conclusion to a culture they sold ya
Broken skin and broken kin
Pulled out a sharp and poking him
Pick a point and he focus in he don't care look he ghosting him
Man are hotter than a roasting tin
Now his souls are covered in red
Don't know what to do so he duck and fled
Looking over his shoulder he looks for feds
All bold on road now he's hopping a fence
Left guys in the past tense
Now his futures looking intense
End up in a coffin or a cell
But he at least he won't have to worry bout the rent
So much wasted another life spent
All too soon for a circle of friends
Now bloods in the air and it circles the ends
When are we gonna see this tale end?
You’re somebody’s hero you’re nobody’s soldier
A victim in a photo that never grows older
You’re somebody’s hero you’re nobody’s soldier
A statistical conclusion to a culture they sold ya
Written by: The Moods


