Tapestry

It's glorious, you know, you know, you know, it's true

Young boy, West London, best love him, kept running
Wept knowing, tears running down his face, lead him
To a better place in life, nothing else could ever change
His mind
Young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind

This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind, so lets jump in

This young boy from West London who never did wrong
He's simply misunderstood, luckily he missed on the hood
The glitz and glamour was lost on him, he's got problems
Already on top of that he sleeps on the top bunk of a bed
He shares with his mum, never asked for much but she took
Care of the funds but never spared him the fun of, a happy
Childhood his smile could illuminate the room, let him
Ruminate, his lyrics in the booth will make the news
Two bedroom house with his sister that's disabled and a
Mother that enabled him to see the light, lets find a common
Ground, common sense is lacking in the friends he hangs around
With, don't ever let your crown slip king, you future's bright and
I know you wanna slit them but I promise give it time and your
Wrists will shine and I know your family wants you to be a doctor
Or a lawyer but don't mind them you just turned nine

This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind or save his life
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind, so lets jump in
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would get swept under the rug
Never to be spoken about, his mind is adept, his heart needs a hug
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And he promised to repay his mum for all the struggle and the strife

Happy Birthday Joel, from the Grimm Dreamurr
Apologies I couldn't be there, I've been meaning to see you
The only thing that's stopping me is this space-time continuum
And time continues on after you and I are gone
I know that it's hard to grasp but that's the sad truth, bad news
I know you've been feeling like your existence is meaningless
And I know you've been dealing with different things that could
Push your head right through that one storey ceiling, well I got
One storey for you, yours, life is like a box of biscuits but in an
African household you never know what to expect because it
Could be a sewing kit, because you know you've had a lot of stitches
Needlepoint is the only way that you can paint this picture
Tapestry, happily, tap into your ancestry and say they can help me
But first I gotta help myself up off the shelf

This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind or save his life
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And nothing else could ever change his mind, so lets jump in
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would get swept under the rug
Never to be spoken about, his mind is adept, his heart needs a hug
This young boy from West London you best love him
Because he kept running he wept knowing the tears
Running down his face would lead him to a better place in life
And he promised to repay his mum for all the struggle and the strife