Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Double Lives, artist - Riz MC.
Date of issue: 25.05.2016
Song language: English
Double Lives |
I don’t know which way to go |
It’s a path that I can’t find |
I’m just tryina be me baby |
Can I build a bridge inside |
I don’t know which way to go |
It’s a path that I can’t find |
I’m just tryina be me baby |
So I live a double life |
Since we were small |
We been taught |
A certain way to be is law |
It’s deep seated like jeans that fall |
My son, our people came to these shores |
With nothing, honour is all we brought |
So keep your culture, keep the fort |
Some last of the mohicans talk |
Since we felt like outsiders this helped define us |
And we made it our choice |
But now I’m just confused |
Half mohican |
Half cowboy |
Cos life slips, ideas mix, is it best of both |
Or two lies I live |
At home take comfort in culture, religion |
When I’m out then I flout it |
Fucking and pillin' |
Live a double life |
Keep shit hidden |
Never shitting on my own doorstep like a pigeon |
Drink smoke drugs and women all forbidden |
So what? |
wait up f your ethnic it’s different |
Get caught, the family lose face |
Mum has a heart attack her heart breaks |
Dad disowns you, sorry is too late |
Girls get married off or turn up in a suitcase |
But even with no threat, respect |
Means you’d rather lie than cause upset |
They taste boots racist abuse, slave laboured until they’re great to raise you |
So keep hiding, keep Jekyll on the low |
How long will it last? |
I don’t know |
Drink in my hand with my girl on the phone |
Anything you wanna tell me son? |
NO |
I don’t know which way to go |
It’s a path that I can’t find |
I’m just tryina be me baby |
Can I build a bridge inside |
I don’t know which way to go |
It’s a path that I can’t find |
I’m just tryina be me baby |
So I live a double life |
Growin' up was all about chewing gum and saying how |
You was at your mates when you were going out |
Eye drops for redeye, copper coins in your mouth, hide caller ID when you call |
a girl’s house |
By this age it’s bait the whole family blatantly knows your game the truths out |
Drugs and johnnies in your trunks and pocket |
Been found with a gold heart locket no doubt |
They know what you do |
But its still all a taboo |
So everyone pretends it’s like the Truman show, who are you? |
Don’t recognise your own face in the mirror feel so detached |
What do you expect when your life’s so slashed down the middle you’re living |
like a psychopath |
So you can either keep on your sheepskin |
Or come out as a wolf but your shepherds will be eaten |
That’s why the youth got nobody to lead them |
Either going jail or grow a beard start preaching |
Is the way I was raised what I believe in |
Never be at peace til I know who I’m pleasing |
It all gets deep when your demons don’t let you sleep and your girl is a heathen |
But that’s a whole other tune |
By the next album I’ll decide what to do |
Slippin', sipping on a mixed up brew |
Yea we like the taste but we spit some too |
SO I spit this for the Muslims and Jews |
Christians, Sikh, Jains the Buddhists and Hindus |
Confused, stuck between old and new? |
You’re probably gonna fuck up your own kids too |
I don’t know which way to go |
It’s a path that I can’t find |
I’m just tryina be me baby |
Can I build a bridge inside |
I don’t know which way to go |
It’s a path that I can’t find |
I’m just tryina be me baby |
So I live a double life |