Stephen Archer

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Mai tera jaan khelunga
Mai tera jaan khelunga

Lord Jesus, our Father
I don't condone murder, but I believe in karma
Twenty years in the pen and I don’t mean Parker
If I would've got both my hands, on Stephen Archer
My sister, Quibilah, needs counselling for the cause of trauma
And it would've been even harder
If I never, got to raise, my young born Carter

Now people asked me if I wanted him dead
And that’s like asking - do I butter my bread?
Out of the seventeen ways that I planned in my head
I can only use one of them that can put him to bed

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Mai tera jaan khelunga
Mai tera jaan khelunga

First, I thought I'd just run him a bath
And make hydrofluoric acid come from the tap
Legs tied, arms duct taped to his back
Seeing as he likes fire, just chuck in a match

And then I thought: I can't have him suffer like that
So I thrown him out my window and cut him with glass
Leave him bleeding out on the mud and the grass
Stay there and watch him suffer as he gets covered with rats

And then I thought: why don't I hire a boat?
Get the anchor, wrap his legs and tie him with rope
Throw him aboard [?]
Drive and watch his head bounce off the waves like a boat
By then I'm hoping, his neck and his back
Is kind of, like my household - semi-detached

All this negativity that I've said in this track
Still ain't changing the fact
My mum ain't coming back

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Mai tera jaan khelunga