The Portal: Part Two

DUB x PHILLY

Now, this is a story all about how,

My life got flipped, turned upside down,

And I'd like to take a minute,

Just sit right there,

I'll tell you how I befriended a guy from a town called Kildare.

In West Philadelphia born and raised,

On the playground was where I spent most of my days,

Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool,

And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school,

When a couple of guys who were up to no good,

Erected this weird portal in my neighborhood,

I got chatting to an Irishman and he wasn't red-haired,

He said, "I'm movin' to my auntie and uncle's in Kildare."

I whistled at a lady and when she came near,

She yelled, "Five for two euro! Get your fresh fruit here!"

If anything I could say that this old lady was rare,

But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes why you movin' to Kildare?"

Ain’t nobody got time for the risin' rent,

This dude straight up told his landlord to go and get bent.

I said, "Yes my man, you are the bees knees!"

He added, "Ireland’s housing crisis is down to years of bad policies."

A bus pulled up about seven or eight,

And he yelled through the portal, "Yo lad, talk to ya after",

He hopped on the bus,

He was on his way there,

To sit on his throne in a 2-bed semi in Kildare.