Leon Dabney
It was in the year of nineteen sixty five
That a mother gave birth to a soldier
He grew up believing that you must fight to survive
And his beliefs grew stronger as he grew older
Was he real soldier or was he just a thug?
He never served his country he just served men with drugs
And all of his comrades always served him well
Because the more money they made meant there was more drugs to sell
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the ones that do better have luck on their side
Because after three attempts you still haven't died
He was a fearless man who played Russian roulette
With his ego and his pride he'd never break a sweat
When he walked into a pub he'd buy everybody drinks
But if you didn't drink it all you'd be dead in a blink
If there was money to be made, there was work to be done
If a battle was to face then a war to be won
To be feared by all was a badge to achieve
To be beat in a brawl was not to believe
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the ones that do better have luck on their side
Because after three attempts you still haven't died
But on one summer evening in nineteen ninety one
He left the south bank along with his gun
At a party in town he crossed an old friend
And little did he know that this would be the end
He put up his best and endured punches and kicks
And a knife in the chest at just twenty six
They say that if he hadn't taken so much cocaine
Then he wouldn't have bled so fast and he'd have cheated death again
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the one that did must have had luck on his side
Because after four attempts you didn't survive
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the one that did must have had luck on his side
Because after four attempts you didn't survive
That a mother gave birth to a soldier
He grew up believing that you must fight to survive
And his beliefs grew stronger as he grew older
Was he real soldier or was he just a thug?
He never served his country he just served men with drugs
And all of his comrades always served him well
Because the more money they made meant there was more drugs to sell
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the ones that do better have luck on their side
Because after three attempts you still haven't died
He was a fearless man who played Russian roulette
With his ego and his pride he'd never break a sweat
When he walked into a pub he'd buy everybody drinks
But if you didn't drink it all you'd be dead in a blink
If there was money to be made, there was work to be done
If a battle was to face then a war to be won
To be feared by all was a badge to achieve
To be beat in a brawl was not to believe
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the ones that do better have luck on their side
Because after three attempts you still haven't died
But on one summer evening in nineteen ninety one
He left the south bank along with his gun
At a party in town he crossed an old friend
And little did he know that this would be the end
He put up his best and endured punches and kicks
And a knife in the chest at just twenty six
They say that if he hadn't taken so much cocaine
Then he wouldn't have bled so fast and he'd have cheated death again
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the one that did must have had luck on his side
Because after four attempts you didn't survive
Leon Dabney, Leon Dabney, are you out there somewhere?
Because few men would fight you but the rest are too scared
But the one that did must have had luck on his side
Because after four attempts you didn't survive
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Writer(s): Tom Limon
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