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• Artiste: Grouch (The)
• Titre: Bring It Back
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Dear Mama, tell me why's it gotta be so hard I'm just trying to find my place and I'm still so far I don't wanna live the rest of my life like this somebody help, this hell has disguised my gifts and Dear Son, I will do better 'cause I owe you that much I must push on, be strong and never give up Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back One boy with three sisters two perfect parents and a brand new home completes the picture oh yeah, you had a dog we used to visit on Thanksgiving but were treated rather odd sometimes like we was misfits me and my brothers would fart & cuss but that was some regular kid shit Aunty Terri didn't like that I know she sheltered ya'll a bit, I used to think that was the right track you ate proper, watched your bed times and such went to church every Sunday, and we would rough you up when we saw you but you was tough though on the under not tough enough to deal with the lightning and thunder a mama's boy felt when his mama boned out left you high and dry so that she could zone out I know it hurt, for that she dirt but maybe we could forgive her and she don't cry you no river, just get her life together. Dear Mama, tell me why's it gotta be so hard I'm just trying to find my place and I'm still so far I don't wanna live the rest of my life like this somebody help, this hell has disguised my gifts and Dear Son, I will do better 'cause I owe you that much I must push on, be strong and never give up Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back. Somebody did you wrong, my cousin it wasn't your fault, your mama wasn't strong, keep lovin I see you fallin down while I'm rubbing elbows 'round the town I'm feeling your pain, though You try and ease it but the drugs make your head hang low search for a reason from above, it just ain't so you're dyin slow, folks around you crying, trying everything but it feels like there ain't no hope and so I wrote this song before you die 'cause music cannot bring you back no matter how we try and you know you ain't right your son's mother's already gone now your fucking up this life, Matthew I say that 'cause it's true, I wanna wake you human, I wanna shake you so you can make a break through and fix it I don't understand what the risk is I love you man, handle your business... Dear Mama, tell me why's it gotta be so hard I'm just trying to find my place and I'm still so far I don't wanna live the rest of my life like this somebody help, this hell has disguised my gifts and Dear Son, I will do better 'cause I owe you that much I must push on, be strong and never give up Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.