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Ian Broudie

From high fives in vacant lots
To low lives in high rise blocks
Through warm bars, easy action
Cold hearts, never passions

Oh father,
It seems a long way home
Oh further
Than I was meaning to go

The future just went past us
It's only hip-hop diamond trash lust

Strange days fresh to follow
Cruel words hard to swallow
Long nights and feeling
Sunlight on stranger's ceilings

Oh father,
It's been a long, long run
Oh, it's further
Than I was planning to come