Proud - Dan Bull

So it’s nearly time for me to go

But I want to thank you for being here

It’s been a pleasure

I mean that truly

And now I’m going to do a convoluted tune

A composition that I’m particularly proud of

Never been a fellow to be down with the Gs

Hardly ever collect felonies out on the street

My criminal record took minimal effort

To scribble and get all it down on a sheet

Me, I can do without the police

See, I’m a dude renowned to be tedious

No pissing about, I’m serious

I really just sit around on a seat

Read a book, put it down, have a wee

'til I feel I’ve had enough then I slouch in my PJs

These days when I’m counting my sheep

It takes me ages drowsing to sleep

Feel I’m thousands of feet out of my league

Like a floundering dinghy down in the deep

People shouting at me I’m not allowed on a beat

But there’s four times more that’ll tell me I’m sweet

I found my release when I bought me a mic

And recorded a tight lyric down on a beat

With the sound so loud that the speakers

Melt with the heat cos I’m Dan to the B

One, two, I’m counting to three

Then I want you, to bounce to the beat

From the North to the West to the South to the East

We can all get well rowdy

I oughtn’t lie, I mean demographically

There’s a hypothesis I support:

That I am the more priviliged in all of society

Quite unlike the baller I try and be

I was born in a nice region

And brought up politely

So I was taught to mind my Ps and Qs

And make way for OAPs in queues

I’m a decent dude, peaceful too

But on a beat I speak with lethal truth

This sequel to my debut album’s

A way to tell them the good news:

That I’m a middle class kid from the Midlands

Less «safe» more like «how you diddling?»

I’m like a Polo without the middle in

More whole than the hole to fill it in

Though I’m a bitter kid, just a little bit

Bringing mint lyrics but no-one's listening

But I’m in the zone and I’m coveting the throne

So I’m not gonna give it in, gloves coming off and I’m boxing until I win

Watch when I’m in the ring

Roundhouse my doubts, bopping them in the chin

Plot thickening along with the smoke

But I’m not gonna choke — I’ve got ventolin

Like when I kicked my bong and it broke

It allowed me the freedom to breathe the air again

And now that I’m clean and the songs that I wrote then

Are out and they’re seen I am proud to be me

You could tell when I’d been chilling out with some weed

I couldn’t leave the house, you could smell the Febreze

Now when I’m out on an evening in town I’m a demon

Downing indecent amounts of Ribena

'til I’m down on my knees and in pieces

Weeping shouting «help me, please»

But when I’m having doubts about my belief

I just tell myself that I’m proud to be me