Same Storey - Spit Syndicate, Drapht, Spit Syndicate feat. Drapht

One Day

One Day

One Day

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One Day

One Day

Just another story of a

Young man, trying to get a handle

My mother’s son, though she said I was a handful

Cuts on my feet like a fresh pair of jandals

And my head feel heavy as an anvil

Ink on the cuff-link, the well dressed vandals

Bring something to burn, forget a candle

We gon' blow it out let your plans get cancelled

I’m a dog shine, but I’m ready for a damsel

My grandma saying she praying for me

That if I mend my ways then I could be saved surely

Just make peace before the day that I’m called

And maybe Saint Peter will open the gate for me

But nah this ain’t law, rather see you in pain

Than have a needle in your arm that can take it away

Last years of your life full of pain and torment

Because euthanasia ain’t the way of the Lord

See I know I’ve done some things, the Devil may applaud me

One day we might even share the same story

(Say what) The same story

One day we might even share the same story

I said we rise like the sun in silence

Don’t need you to like where I am

Some of us are sons of giants

And others we will run from, run from, run from

My story, your story, they story

Just like the poets that came before me

So you better make way for me

One day we might even share the same story

What will you leave on your headstone when you pass

You shine your brightest so at night we won’t forget your star

Well here we are

I’m at the bar with rain soaked through to my feet

And I’m looking for somebody who looks just like me

Flashbacks of mumma telling me to get there early

He’d a had to knock em' back, when he get a little nervy

Seven thirty passes and I’m starting to lose it

When a voice from behind starts asking about the music

A glass of Shiraz and a denim jacket on

I think we found the man on the run

If home where the heart is then here you’re a vagabond

Hate to interrupt, but I think that I’m your son

We caught up on twenty years in four drinks

Notice we both hold up beers with four fingers

Told him I love him and to let himself be

Truth’s the only thing that can set us both free

And so, I hope someone will relate and they pray for me

One day we might even share the same story

(Say what) The same story

One day we might even share the same story

See, I grew up in two houses, back then

My dad was a rad parent, under his care

A young son, fourteen with a can of beer in his hand

As he handed me, man who look down to be careless

Alicia and Sarah my two sisters

Finger up to the system, they didn’t listen

To their loving mother that struggled with stubbornness and strictness

Lived and existed purely for their existence

And Mister Ridge was busy missing them grow up

I forgive you for that because of his show ups

From the highs to the lows at every Jan

Trying to be Clark Kent granted there wasn’t Lois Lane

Remained and dealing with reality

While dad was out playing Superman and causing the casualties

Ma was there and cleaning all the destruction

Raising her four kids of her own and packing their lunches

What a wondrous lady

And my dad: I don’t hate him, made me

Realise that The Brady Bunch was entertainment

And the life he gave me was appreciated daily

Fuck remaining jaded I’m Bruce Banner over

Being green and wasting all my energy on anger

Now my life is animated manga, character

All because of damage that you done so I thank you

And

Rise like the sun in silence

Don’t need you to like where I am

Some of us are sons of giants

And others we will run from, run from, run from

My story, your story, they story

Just like the poets that came before me

So you better make way for me

One day we might even share the same story

D-rapht, Double S

One Dayers, SBX