Spit Syndicate - Same Storey lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi] 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 [Hook: All] 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 [Verse 2: Jimmy Nice] What will you leave on your headstone when you pa** 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 pa**es and I'm starting to lose it When a voice from behind starts asking about the music A gla** 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 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 [Verse 3: Drapht] 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 Is he handing 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 f** 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 [Hook: All]