Testo Somekinda - Dwele
Testo della canzone Somekinda (Dwele), tratta dall'album Some Kinda...
A woman young
Raised by a
A brother, sister, sister, mother, father's love
She found strength through trials of living life
Fighting for equal rights
'Til she was blessed with love
Then blessed with life
And then blessed again
A second son
A brother, brother, mother, father
But they lost one
But she stuck to her guns
And with help from fam and friends
Her two sons, they grew up to be men
Some kind of beautiful, wonderful
Some kind of beautiful love (Love)
Some kind of beautiful, wonderful
Some kind of beautiful
A man who met the young woman
And made life when he wedded her
A dad who at the end of the day
Can say he was a father
A father who left his sons too soon
And made life a little harder
Two sons who found strength in his words
Words and stories told from another (Of some kind of)
Told through his wife, told from his brothers (Of his love)
Stories wonderful to tell through Papa Yo
About things his sons were wondering
Now they know
Oh, but it's some kind of beautiful, wonderful
Some kind of beautiful love (Love)
Some kind of beautiful, wonderful
Some kind of beautiful
Oh, some kind of beautiful
Some kind of beautiful, wonderful
If it were not for the love
Some kind of beautiful love
I don't know where life might be
Some kind of beautiful, wonderful
Some kind of beautiful
Oh, what's your kind of love?
Your some kind of love
What's your beautiful?
Oh, what's your kind of love?
Your some kind of love
What's your beautiful?
The youngest grows
Brother to one
Son to a mom
Excelled in musical theory
As you can see
Won't hesitate to help me
Express my kind of love
His kind of love
So hopefully our children's children
Sons and daughters
Will hear these expressions of
Our kind of love
They got a tape recorder on me
But it doesn't make any difference
Because I'm on probation anyhow
Yeah
No, they just taping this here
They ain't gonna put it on
So it don't make no difference
I was born a comedian
And will forever be one
Can't no young man
I lived a good life
Helping other people
I was a student teacher, believe it or not
Got right out of school
And got a job as assistant principal
Can you believe that?
And the first thing they asked me to do
Was get up and make a speech on ethics
And I was the most wrong-doingest guy
That ever was born
And I, why would they ask me this?
Goodness
I was doing everything but good
New cars, I had them
And got all the best girls too
Because I had them new cars
Wore nice clothes
Made money on the side
And that's the way it went down
That's a weird hat you got there
I'ma tell you the truth
Your daddy would be proud of that
That's what, that's a mean hat, boy
That's some kind of suede too, ain't it?
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Writer(s): Andwele Gardner
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