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Toby Brock - The Story of Bill (2012)

Toby Brock | Music on December 12, 2012 21:33

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    ©2012 Toby Brock
    See "Toby Brock - The Story of Bill Lyrics Only" for a re-mixable version
    Beat by Troy K. http://troykbeats.bandcamp.com/

    This is the story of Bill.

    Lyrics:

    Bill was born to a plumber and a cashier
    Pops was underpaid, with a sway towards beer
    Irish blood lead to whiskey and poor bets
    mom worked late to absorb Pop’s lost debt
    Mom tried to be strong but pop grew bitter
    more booze more rage less love more liquor
    Bill heard blows land through the thin walls
    too small to respond to his moms grim calls
    Bill tried to view the disputes as ordinary domestics
    While in the public Mom’s bruises were barely detected
    As days accumulated and bill started to grow big
    Pop would get a schwill’d fade and teach him how to swing
    One day Pops came home in a haze
    And laid into Mom for buyin Bill a bike on his 12th Birthday
    Bill felt the rage build and stepped into the clash
    Pops warned him that he better get outta his path
    No hesitation Bill turned and threw his first blow
    To Pop’s amazement it landed - A TKO
    As he woke on the ground Pop groaned and sighed
    And for the first time Bill saw pride in his father’s eyes

    After an awkward rise he left
    That was the last time he and Bill ever crossed steps
    Bill figured it was best Pops shook out the nest and
    promised himself he’d never follow in father’s footsteps
    Respect came in the next brat beared years
    As bill brawled with all his peers that dared get near
    He took bumps and lumps and won more than he lost
    At 17 met Karen and in her beauty was caught
    She liked drugs, gouda, thugs, and booze
    So Bill morphed to suit that groove and their love grew
    At a party one night Bill started runnin his mouth
    Got a little too drunk to fight and knocked the fuck out
    When Karen came to his aid to nurse his wounds
    In a daze he attested love and promised her the moon
    Woke up the next morning and there she was
    For the next four months couldn’t rid the air of that buzz
    Never thought about it but his homies started talk
    when they found out he hadn’t yet broken her off
    So he started trying steady - Karen said she wasn’t ready
    Got what he wanted one night when she was feelin real sexy
    With no hat - he hit that - bareback buck wild
    2 months later Karen told him she was bearing his child

    Bout that time Bill got let go from his 9 to five
    burger flippin wasn’t prime but a man has to survive
    Needed cash for Karen and to help on Mom’s rent
    So he hit up homie Set to bet with what he had left
    Set knew Bills fists from high school squabs
    and suggested he make scrill off his strong right cross
    He said “The street fight ring is big dough thinking &
    If you can hold your own you can bring some money home.”
    With first time nerves, Bill’s thirst brought him a swerve,
    then knocked that other mother fucker out. Straight to the curb.
    Then on - round town people would step out of his way
    and when he cleared his throat they’d stop to hear what he’d say.
    His wig got big with the battles won
    Started thinking about how he should double down for the big one
    Thinkin more and more about it, head in the clouds, shit,
    If he could knock Shorty out he could get Karen that house with
    the picket fence, so he scrounged all his cents
    and plopped 10 Gs down on himself with that homie Set
    Set took that bet as money well spent
    He knew that Bill would never win, but still gots his percent

    As time drew quicker the fight was arranged
    Bill could hear them whisper, but his focus stayed the same
    He showed up ready with the crowd in a frenzy
    The whole town was empty - in the alley for the event to see
    Money laid - he heard shouting, it was time to go
    Suddenly the whole outing went into slow-mo
    As they circled - Bill felt his heart in his boots
    A perfect blow to the jaw and Shorty lost a tooth
    He spit blood from his mug and got real pissed off
    Bobbin and dodgin Bill avoided the quick onslaught
    Bill could see Shorty was plum spent and way tired
    So he went for the - kill guns ablaze with flung fire
    Right - Left - miss - connect! Stars!
    Bill awoke on callous pavement - cold and hard
    Crowd thinning - Shorty was proclaimed champion
    Bill still swimming - money was exchanged by forty men.
    No one to walk him home this time - broken and battered
    Bill went to find Karen in hopes she could capture
    his pain and make it go away
    But stopped and spent his last 10 on a fifth along the way
    Finished it quick and showed up at her house
    Then started yelling at the door for her to come the fuck out
    She was concerned at first but when she found out what he’d done
    Her contempt set in and the insults began to run
    With distaste she remarked “You are your fathers son.”
    Bill looked her straight in the face and then gave it a punch.

    "Toby Brock - The Story of Bill (2012)" by Toby Brock | Music is licensed under a Creative Commons License

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