Dorian lyrics

Artist  : Brother Ali 
Song : Dorian



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Here we are in the apartment corridor,

"Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to
you.

I don't get up in my neighbours business normally
right,

But yo these thin ass walls got everything
leakin' through

Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for
the weed smoke

But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy,
please dont"

And it's not once or twice, but every damn
night

Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that
ain't right

Now man to man, I can understand

They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss
each other out

But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on
'em

And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn
woman?

Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull

Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt
like a strangle

His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands
around

He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back
'em down..."



"....See this is specifically why I left the
pistol in the linen closet

Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went
and got it

Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized

But little boys really ain't used to bein'
criticized

First off scooter, take the bass out your
voice

I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a
choice

Here and, understand it's only once that I warn
you

Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it
reign knuckles on you

I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your
league

My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin'
for peace

She's stuck her head down on some keep your
temper shit

Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind
your business bitch"

Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it
seemed that

He invited my right fist for a party on his left
cheek

I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted,

But arrived a half a second early, right cross
connected -

Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him,

Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in
him

Little man could make moves that I couldn't,

He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put
it

I stood at full posture and swatted him down the
staircase

Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew
their place

Air point style, the second one take off, the
next one land

Learn some respect young man

He glanced down for the brick on the ground,

Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his
crown

He's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in
the world

So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin'
the ground

I said somebody need to beat your ass,

And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only
do half

And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser
pull up

He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of
his gun up

Ready to protect and serve,

And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're
testin' his nerves

He helped the wife-beater stand up,

But not before he helped brother ali into some
handcuffs

And you can imagine my surprise,

When his girl came down the stairs with tears in
her eyes

And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man

Damn that was not the plan...