笨小笨Bridgeland Road歌词由Guvna B&Michaela Coel演唱，出自专辑《The Village Is On Fire》，下面是《Bridgeland Road》完整版歌词！
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Bridgeland Road - Guvna B/Michaela Coel
Lyrics by：Guvna B/Emmanuel Sampah/James Stocker
Composed by：Guvna B
I don't know about a dollar and a dream
My old man he had a pound and a promise
Had to get the knowledge
He didn't care about the profit
He just didn't wanna struggle if we ever needed shopping
Early doors I got a job in a office
'Cos early on I saw my parents take some losses
Chipping in with rent really helped me find some solace
Being honest I gotta give respect where it's due
They came a long way
It's only by their sacrifice I made it on stage
Even on the long days
They kept me on track when I went the wrong way
It's all thanks to God's grace
'Cos even when we never had a penny
Still had joy 'cos the blessings they were many
Plenty
I'm here courtesy of Bridgeland road
Yeah we came from that block life
Where guys make moves and they're not nice
Lord knows how we got by
My boy's dead but his killers still got life
Wrong place wrong time
Pain by the blade of a long knife
It's a shame it was on sight
He would had a convo on the long side
But it's all complicated
Can't lie it's been a while since we congregated
Some got out but some are on the pavement
Still wishing on the stars and the constellations yeah
And if you ain't from round here
It's easy to judge that's my observation
And yeah there's power in a conversation
But you probably learn more if we swapped locations
But we are who we are
You can't see them all but this a life full of scars
Every breath that I take is a chance to go again
And remind myself I ain't defined by my past
Back then it was Saturday trials
Now it's German keys in a faraday pouch
I used to watch the raps in 8 Mile
I've been battling for a while
I've been battling for a while
Isaac I've literally just woken up
To this picture Joel sent me of your eye cut open
I am livid um
I know how you are yeah
He said you reported and I think that's great
And I think that's a good thing to do
But I don't know if that's going to be as
Fulfilling as writing it down
Which I know probably sounds ridiculous to say
Just think about how you can use it creatively
But right now that's all you can do
Because um if we don't do that
This is actually a helpless situation
Go figure
Tryna do my best tryna keep my chin up
Gotta stop myself from getting bitter
To some people I'll always be a
And they might avoid that name
'Cos nowadays I guess they
Know what not to say
Doesn't change how they behave
True colours will show their face
The other day I left a coffee
Shop on my way to Yard
After the zebra crossing took
A stroll to my car
Three white men in some stanley
Shorts and steel cap boots
Were there blocking my path
I said excuse me please but they ignored
And then I said it again but then what for
I knew that they could hear
Me so I gently brushed past
Then one of them spun around
And started to talk
He asked what I was doing and
If I wanted a problem
I told him chill out he must
Have thought that I mocked him
Coffee in his hand and he dashed it in my face
Five seconds later right hook to my socket
It escalated in like fifteen seconds
I know man that could have bought fifteen weapons
But I ain't the type to invest in a fight
So I did it right and called the police
They said they had no witness no CCTV
Everyone that saw didn't wanna make a statement
If I was an old lady then maybe co-operation
I guess I'm not their idea of a victim call that gentrification
I guess I'll do my own investigation
I gave the police a plate they apparently traced
To a company them guys was working for on the day
But the owner of the place didn't give up their names
Strange imagine all of my rage
Bro imagine that
Imagine closing a case with cuts on my face
And nobody pays it's mad
'Cos imagine if they wanted to they could do it again
You don't understand my pain
This is decades could write you essays
On how the estate's relationship with feds ain't seen best days
Even when I separate from poverty
Get them chains up off of me
Still not treated properly
Class is a novelty
The colour of my skin is what sparks this anthology
Still no apology anyone could offer me
So music is the escape for me that's my policy
Disrespectful
Can't believe what transpired
Asking if I got a criminal record
I didn't say a word I just stood there in silence
But I've never shared a cell in HMP
If they wanna check my record better go to HMV and enquire
Takes a village to raise a child
But I wonder what we do when the village on fire
