One of those things...
It was a cold dark night Just after a heavy down pour Walking home after a busy day Lord knows i was so knacked Phone rings Picked up, smiled Hi dad, wassup i said Lost in my world as passed by this drunken soul I wasn't looking, i was just talking. Then i heard words i can't make out Thot it was a brotha blasting in tongues It got louder and i looked back Zipping up his pants and looking straight at me Saw his mouth move, then the words follow He's drunk but i bet he meant every word he said Go home, you don't belong here $*...t or something like that. Most of what he said i didn't hear Maybe i heard but choose to ignore them. Dad asked, what's going on? I replied, just passing by a pub. If it had been in another location... In another part of the world. If it had been in a place i call home The story'll definately be different He was a company for a while Then he turned back To finish his drink i guessed And i'm left alone again To continue my conversa...