Alec Benjamin - Boy In The Bubble (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Alec Benjamin - Boy In The Bubble (en) Lyrics
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It was 6:48, I was walking home
Stepped through the gate,
and I'm all alone
I had chicken on the plate,
but the food was cold
Then I covered up my face
so that no one knows
I didn't want trouble, I'm
the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble
When my mom walked into
the living room
She said, "Boy, you gotta tell
me what they did to you"
I said, "You don't wanna know
the things I had to do"
She said, "Son, you gotta tell
me why you're black and blue"
I said I didn't want trouble,
I'm the boy in the bubble
And my heart was pumping,
chest was screaming
Mind was running, air was freezing
Put my hands up, put my hands up
I told this kid I'm ready for a fight
Punch my face, do it 'cause
I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction,
it's not gonna happen
Knock me out, kick me when
I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
Well, I squared him up,
left my chest exposed
He threw a quick left hook
and it broke my nose
I had thick red blood running
down my clothes
And a sick, sick look 'cause
I like it though
Mind was running, nose was bleeding
You're the one who'll suffer
It was 6:48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hands
from my broken nose
But like every other day,
he was scared to go
Back to his house 'cause
his pops was home
Drowning his troubles
in whiskey bubbles
Just looking for trouble
Well, there's no excuse
for the things he did
But there's a lot at home
that he's dealing with
Because his dad's been drunk
since he was a kid
And I hope one day that
he'll say to him
"Put down those bubbles
and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble"
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