Перевод песни P. Wadams – Intro
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For not believing in fathers we don’t know Tell me can you blame us? For not believing in fathers we don’t know Tell me can you blame us? Tell me can you blame us? I had hate for my creator Only used to see him in the paper Mum tried to get me to stop stressing Looking at the front door, wondering and guessing Now there ain’t a thing that could make me forgive him Once upon a time my dad asked me how old I was on my birthday Man I thought he was kidding After that I started moving different I stopped ringing his phone and stopped wishing Started swearing in school, started switching Wanted to hit him He played basketball and chased women instead of baby sitting Or he’d drop me off down to Nicki’s She played daddy whenever he was busy I think I met her when I was around five She was my dad’s girlfriend at the time When I say at the time I mean that’s what I thought Until I heard that he was seeing about-- five? More disappointment, more lies And every excuse was shit (shit) Before he even got the job as a dad It’s like he told my mum that he quit When Nicki left there was no more trips She was sitting down with them but that stopped quick He was a div All he ever did was visit me on birthdays and bring me gifts Never raised me or taught me shit! I guess I just looked like his kid I gave up when my mum met another Who introduced me to my step-brother Both black but not quite the same colour Still loved each other like we got the same mother But then I started taking the mick Running with Bad Boys, Notorious shit P was the name on everybody’s lips Rivals, girls and even the pigs My fam was from Deptford living on Grove street That’s how I got to know the OGs I taught myself to stand on both feet And hold my head higher than a nosebleed First day of primary went to Deptford Green Late detentions every day of the week I got into trouble but never into weed I was more into backing people’s beef Athletic but never liked PE Too busy reppin as a YGB Year 9 rolling around with Little D Picked up a hobby and started to MC Skip a few years, 6310 Bluetoothing everybody on the weekend Made a tune called «My Soldiers» Mentioning so many names it reunited in the end But still a bad boy of course Of my own will, nobody is forced It was all good, until I got caught Aged fifteen, found myself in court My fam was like «nah, this ain’t P» I was about to do my GCSEs Instead I’m in Camberwell with my solicitor Talking about my not guilty plea I didn’t know what was gonna happen My three years in jail could’ve happened And the case looked mad at the time The only support I had was from my mum and Sharon Thinking to myself «this shit’s fucked» Had me on tag for the whole six months I called my dad, sent him texts, left him voicemails But the guy wouldn’t pick up And there’s me thinking he would’ve fixed up Then randomly out of the blue I got a text from him Saying «it's gonna be alright, good luck» Oh my days, what the fuck You might as well say you don’t give a fuck But luckily I got not guilty The funny thing is I actually weren’t guilty I could’ve been in jail aged fifteen Cause this man weren’t around to guide me, you feel me? Only my mum could’ve healed me And you know what? She done a good job She trusted me to follow my dreams Instead of forcing me to go get a job I owe this life to my mum (Amen) I owe this life to my mum (Amen) And you can’t put a price on her love (Amen) But the story gets worse believe me I got violent, rude and greedy But we’d be here all day So I’ll save that for another CD For not believing in fathers we don’t know Tell me can you blame us? For not believing in fathers we don’t know Tell me can you blame us? Tell me can you blame us?