Acknowledge - Dan Bull

I am a bit of a difficult hypocritical prick

Who’ll always get into a pickle, but the sins I commit

Are all above board;

this is for everyone I’ve got love for

Who helped me up through the window by the shut doors

Pulled strings, untangled the web, and cut cords

And if you didn’t assist this, then up yours

My business is to give hits to kids

That have been amiss from the industry hit list

This flow’s for those who were bullied in school

You’ll grow to show those tools that they don’t rule

This is for those who are bullies in school

You’ll realise you can be nice and fully cool

Some of us look back at that as the worst days

Others still suffer that exact crap in the workplace

From virgins that never had a first date

To unwanted babies that never had a birthday

This is for single moms, working three jobs

To keep your sprog in the Reeboks that he wants

This rap’s for single dads, fighting to see their kids

Crying, thinking if they even understand he exists

Here’s some acknowledgement

I’ve set the controls for the heart and the soul

Of those whose woes have hardly been told

Too many hearts of gold are treated like pyrite

So it’s high time I tried to set this bias right

Feeling low?

My lines’ll leave your hopes high as kites

Incite delight like a cherry bright sky at night

This vocal’s for locals who are frightened in their neighbourhood

Refrain from leaving home at night;

afraid of violent raping muggers

For the same buggers doing crime to pay for drugs

It never meant to end this way, you’re stuck;

pain sucks

Change looks like something that’ll never happen

But if I let that thinking win, I’d never end up rapping

For those in prison, those who did and those who didn’t

The victims that they did it to and those who witnessed it

For those who overcome their hopeless bitterness to show forgiveness

Whether you do or don’t is no-one's business

For those who wish to string them up until they know their miseries

Life’s a winding hillside road and the slope is slippy

For the people upon the picket lines

Miners who down their pick and strike

Strive for a different life

For the silent majority

Tightening your waistline to prop up an economy

You probably hadn’t a problem with til the bottom dropped off of it

But now you’re picking up the tab and haven’t got a tip

This is for the elderly, sitting in their chairs alone

Or bedridden in a bug ridden nursing home

A verse devoted to you, and who you truly are

The same you that you’ve ever been, I’ve seen you shoot for the stars

But gravity ravages things savagely

So let my lyrics lift your spirits up from incapacity

Cause I’m the captain of this flagship actually

And you’re a VIP invited to fly the galaxy with me

This is for the carers, looking after another

I understand you want to be more than just a mother

How can you have a lover, or any other life

If you couldn’t find someone else to come and grab the cover?

Changing a duvet’s much easier with two, hey?

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday

For those stuck at home, chronic illness, health problems

A lot of guilt makes you want to kill yourself often

What little help I can offer to soften the blow?

Can’t invent anything off of the top of the dome

But you’ve not been forgotten and I just want you to know

Wherever you are, my flow will boldly go

I swear by the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost

Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, whoever holds the most

Control over the souls of the unappreciated

It will keep ebbing away every day that people play this shit

I try to recognise

Those who’ve been left aside

Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly…

I try to recognise

Those who’ve been left aside

Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly…