Velcro Baby
This is a song about a dead broke young man, trying to find his feet and navigate the various challenges of adulthood and master the twists and turns. At a point, he imagined life in an alternate universe, but holds on to hope like a Velcro baby scared of falling, but “his father used to tell him dreams come true” referencing a song by plantashun Boiz.
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VERSE1:
take a look at him, so religious like ancient and modern hymn,
but the hiccup in his dream is getting full to the brim.
like a stick up kid, no smiling, just facepalm,
It's kinda hard to stay calm
dealing with them silly willy and the hate.
If he can fly far away to Kepler, he won't hesitate
to pull out of this planet earth -migrate.
but that's not gonna happen, so he feels irate,
saying I hate top billers,
distaste the rate at which they waste scrillas,
wining & dining, calling the shots- cocktail,
sitting, wishing he can curtail, but fuck tales,
each time he tries to quit living at the bottom, his butt fails.
he figures, someone's always trying to mock him, knock him like liquors.
he ain't down with LG saying "Life is Good"
because to him she's just another bitch with figure 8.
hard put to stomach thoughts of food he never licked or ate.
CHORUS:
but you can’t put a good man down
He’s holding on to hope
holding on to hope(2x) like a Velcro Baby
I know dreams come true- maybe
but being a man ain’t a day’s job
you get broke, you get treated like a slob
VERSE2:
he's blind to life so she gives him hell date,
tearing up his pocket, attracting his wallet like belgate.
he trips off, gets ripped off every payday.
well you may say, good things come to those who wait,
but those who wait are few, peep the holocaust, feel the pain of a jew,
he yearns for better days like the taste of stew,
probably raised with no cloth or shoe,
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