THEM BOYS LIVE FOR TODAY
Them boys, always having fun, always young, always out there on the streets, in pairs, in groups, or just one. Living for the moment, living for the good times, looking to get high, looking at the girls. Them boys turn the backseat of the bus into an exclusive club, sayin’ ‘hey whattup bruv’, drinking in the park, any day of the week, getting drunk any day the sun shines, let’s meet up with some friends across town. Doing fuck all, just taking a walk nowhere, but it’s a mission you know, to score a deal, no time to stop, but always time for you bruv, do you have a smoke bruv? Come have a drink bruv, we’re going out bruv, who will we see? Them boys they turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, their company makes the streets shine. See my boys drinking stubbies on the edge of the skate bowl? They’re my boys, my mates, my crew. They’re all from prison and going back there soon, they’ll never be nothing except boys and fathers and crims, and they’ll still be those same boys drinking stubbies in the park. We’ve lost a few, some gone, some still inside, some just lost, but we don’t think about them, don’t mourn them, just punch on another day it’s all good bruv, today is all there is. Some settled down with women, raising boys of their own, and soon there’ll be new boys on the street, raised tough on the mean streets, dad’s in jail and he doesn’t give a fuck about these new boys on the streets, ‘cause they’ll work it out for themselves, and there is always them boys on the street to show them how to live for today.
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