Lyrics Listen to the Old Man - Kings of the City

Listen to the Old Man

Dear Father now im a man, 21 with about 21 plans
For plenty of grands, back in the day I dun many dumb scams
When I was a kid, you said I wasn’t shit coz I went and hung around 21 mans,
you wasn’t a fan
Flopped in school coz I thought I was cool by adding a Q to 21 grams
But theres something you dont understand, you were raised in a different land
But I grew up in London Town where theres thugs and hounds and gunman round
With goons that hustle with tools as muscle and sirens are the abundant sound
I was mixing with drugs and clowns, heard the devil calling but it some how
drowned
When I look back it was like a montage, with a backing track made by The Beatles
I was looking like a slave to the evil, coulda been dead or in jail in the
sequel
With a desperado mentality, that invest in hard doe reality
But that life of snakes and ladders would carry this wise guy straight to
insanity
Imagine me, sittin in my flat on my ones, smoke on tap for my lungs
I wouldn’t even chat to my mum, trapped and alone, all for the lust of the funds
With no trust for your son, thinking where has he gone?
and what has he done?
But I never meant to do wrong, so I gotta move on while I sing this song
With times gone by in his hands
Listen To The Old Man
If you can’t find no advice where you stand
Listen To The Old Man
2 (Ali Bla Bla)
And they say…
Things aren’t what they seem, you split from mum when I was fourteen
Left the country like you had moved team, never saw the times I wiped my tears
clean
And as a teen, I hardly smiled, never wondering why your son had been wild
Excepting that you made a blunder with child, but you can’t sweep lost years
under the pile
And even though I still had a good home, with family affairs and no man ever
there
I’d go on the roads and would roam, with the olders who talked in a hood tone,
ha!
Those years just flew right past me, like lifes just one big party
You tell me to act calmly thinking, How can I listen when I can’t see?
When I look back it was all the anger, with a feeling that wasn’t mutual
Another bloodshot vein in the pupil, to people around me it took on a few tolls
And at what cost, Thinking im a big boss?
as if Ali Bla Bla was Rick Ross!
Tried floss for the girls with the lip gloss, but the truth is, really I would
live lost
But now times are changing, had to take your advice coz my life needs saving
When I look back, yes I was the worst behaving, and really there was only my
self in blaming
But last year grand dad died and I saw that look of regret in your eye
From relationship ties, and it made start questioning mine
With times gone by in his hands
Listen To The Old Man
If you can’t find no advice where you stand
Listen To The Old Man
3 (Danny Wilder)
If only we had known that long before we had grown
Into similar images, few psyical differences
From pictures we’ve been shown, of our own flesh and bone
At the same age we had been veering alone
Way off the tracks, attracted to the other side
I’d run and hide in stupidity, literally, fiction free, it was a reality
Gradually though, I had actually grown to realise
The debt I was in. I was in no place to waste what I’d been given
And maybe we’ve been raised to make a difference
Finally i see that it pays to make a living
Finally i agree that what you say has paved a vision
And maybe the next generation of babys will get born into safety
And break these barriers down, that we’ve been carrying 'round
And break free from the massive amounts
With times gone by in his hands
Listen To The Old Man
If you can’t find no advice where you stand
Listen To The Old Man