The Champion
I haven't seen him in a minute
Used to be full of life but now he's all timid
Way back in the beginning
Entering the teen years, we was all into sinning
I supplied his first smoke
And then he started hanging round with the worst blokes
All the bagheads and thieves
No one else was surprised but I could hardly believe
It brings tears to my eyes
I still love him no matter how far down the line
I've been around the whole nation
Phone blown up, pestered for his location
You've gotta do right by your son
Experience life, stay on the right side of fun
No more of the dumb shit
We did enough back when we was all young kids
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Needs help at the flat, assistance with one service
Used to be a home, now it's grotty and unfurnished
The sight is kinda concerning
They're always arguing, he can't get one word in
No redeeming qualities, somehow he got scooped in
Something darker at work, and he passed the recruitment
Sad part is, it's not a new thing
It happens so often he's established routine
Every time he's kicked out of their place
It's back to mattress on the floor in a council estate
Make jokes about shifting off ounces of flake
See temptation in his eyes, and I doubt that it's fake
How do you help someone who won't help themselves?
Every day accepting blows to their mental health
I'll be home in a couple of weeks
Share a hug and a smile, it's all love when we meet, bro
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Used to be full of life but now he's all timid
Way back in the beginning
Entering the teen years, we was all into sinning
I supplied his first smoke
And then he started hanging round with the worst blokes
All the bagheads and thieves
No one else was surprised but I could hardly believe
It brings tears to my eyes
I still love him no matter how far down the line
I've been around the whole nation
Phone blown up, pestered for his location
You've gotta do right by your son
Experience life, stay on the right side of fun
No more of the dumb shit
We did enough back when we was all young kids
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Needs help at the flat, assistance with one service
Used to be a home, now it's grotty and unfurnished
The sight is kinda concerning
They're always arguing, he can't get one word in
No redeeming qualities, somehow he got scooped in
Something darker at work, and he passed the recruitment
Sad part is, it's not a new thing
It happens so often he's established routine
Every time he's kicked out of their place
It's back to mattress on the floor in a council estate
Make jokes about shifting off ounces of flake
See temptation in his eyes, and I doubt that it's fake
How do you help someone who won't help themselves?
Every day accepting blows to their mental health
I'll be home in a couple of weeks
Share a hug and a smile, it's all love when we meet, bro
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
Grown man shit, tryna grow a mansion
I couldn't walk a mile in the shoes that you stand in
Write your story, I want you to be the champion
Prioritise your happiness, excel in the ambience
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Writer(s): Martin Guymer
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