Lost ones

[bez]

Comin up so happy, me and the boys laughy laughy,
Playin on waste land, ridin bikes, killer face plants,
Runnin home cryin wit cuts and bruises,
Mummy laughin when applyin her soulful southness,
How can I complain? 
At the park til dark wit my da playin football games,
Head the ball, long shots, toey and tackle,
Then back home for dinner, still dirty from the battle,
Wit my brother, we always fightin against one another,
Smacked him on the nose, broken bones shook my mother,
Thats fam though, twenty one years young,
An still get on strong, made our wrongs right, now we're on song,
We're an ensamble, I was raised by the truest,
Nothings ever been in doubt,
So I gotta thank you all for helpin me out on this route,