Other Guiville
Slum Years ft. Deesense

Guiville - Music & mix - Acoustic guitars, bass, synth with drum loops.
Deesense - Vocals & lyrics @deesense

Lyrics by Deesense

He’s held guns, dealt crack and dope
She’s given her body just for hope
That they don’t use the rope that chokes them
A long shot when the door is open leaves room for monsters to walk in
Rather risk it than be poor broke and unhappy, in agony
Being alive is temporary
The cycle repeats, may be part and parcel
Worth it when your resurrection could be an angel
Blood can be filtered, dirt removed
Wiped clean the chance of a new you
One in ten

The cheers that they hear could be worth the cold tears
The hymn of the slum years
Guess some ones gotta do the time
One in ten
The stakes are high
Bang, bang it’s either you or I, all to survive
The apple rots for the seed can survive
The hymn of the slum years

In hope of a new eye
Most likely a grey sky
But greys not far off blue clouds
Understanding the rickoshay of bad to good
The same coin that’s tossed, like knocking on wood
Judge no one along the line, the slum years could be you or I