Be with You

Juse (beatmaker)
 Tipene bay
 Yeah yeah, West side hori
 Now let me take you back where this brother started out
 Just a chapter in my life I wrote song about
 My mum was only young when she met my father 'bout
 Twenty years ago she got kicked out of my father's house
 I 'member asking "where we going Mum, what's wrong with Dad?"
 "Just get your clothes and jump in the car" was all she said
 For all I knew we was going for a ride
 I wondered why this was in the middle of the night
 And sometimes, we'd go to school with no lunch and no shoes
 Nobody turning up to parent interviews
 Nobody on the side line on Saturdays
 Both of them would say "...oh boy, I didn't even know you had a game"
 I didn't really understand
 All I knew is that my father couldn't stand and my mother always ran
 We was always stranded at some random people's house
 Drunks singing through the walls with a blanket on the couch
 I was raised on the west side of Flaxmere
 And when I'm in the hood I reminisce on how we were back then
 It's where everybody's stuck in the same rut
 We didn't have much but it was always just enough
 It's where everybody knows your name
 The place I call home where we all learned to grow through the pain
 It's, it's the place that made me strong
 I got love for my hood so I show it in a song
 See we got pretty used to it everyday they used to booze it
 That's where I think I first got introduced to music
 Engelbert, Luther Vandross and Lionel Richie
 By the time I heard MC Hammer I was rhyming swiftly
 91' Kriss Kross hit the scene
 They were 'bout the same age with the braids they were mean
 And there it was the beginning of a dream
 I wanted to be an MC way before my teens
 Straight out the boondocks where who's tough and school sucks
 Selling skinny tinies out belt bags just felt bad
 I'm gone' be a waste?
 Nah not if I can help that I had to stay in school
 Or probably end up in jail too, we made a few
 Demo tapes in minimal takes and gave it to anybody willing to taste
 It was that first lyric when I rapped I heard spirits
 Knowing the ones closest to me would be my worst critics, yeah
 It's the west side of Flaxmere, Paharakeke
 Where every day's a test and your bound to grow some chest hair
 We'll leave the rest scared, Tui be the best beer
 Mob territory where they all dress red
 And everybody's hard-up and you're lucky if you get fed
 Back of the bakery for seconds just to get bread
 Don't get arrested
 Because the olds on the pizzle
 And no food in the cupboards be the best bet
 Where every elder in the whanau was respected
 Don't answer back boy your bound to get a smacked head
 Remember back when
 They'd leave your brains leaking on the fricken street
 Like the yoak from a cracked egg
 And with that said, a single mattress
 On the ground was considered lucky that we had beds
 And thats a fact man like sardines
 Probably why we all had each others backs like chiropractors
 I gotta get it off my chest my story
 They call me the west side hori
 I gotta get it off my chest my story
 You can call me the west side hori
 I gotta get it off my chest my story
 It's going out to all the west side horis
 I gotta get it off my chest my story
 It's going out to all the west side horis