1st Verse

My pops had 2000 pcs of vinyl

we ain't have furniture

but kats was allright though

I had ideas - head shaped like a light bulb

be careful lil' ross

you know your a__ ain't got blue cross

cut on the corner of longview & newport off chalmers

a block down from chelsea where fiends go like the carter

ain't no hoops in the hood so kats started crate ballin

with them little cedar point joints immulating jordan

i was all about them dope man nikes and hightop fades

designs in the back - killa guns & grenades

somewhere along the line innocence dies and bullets stray

plenty - up until then you was pretend dead bang bang

count to 60 - feels like the citys out to get me

like my man melle mel the message don't push me

kats are hard up - they mugged me for cornbread & cookies

at the penny candy store - took 3 of you hoes to whoop me

Chorus

Play another slow song - living in a ghetto fantasy - yeah

Trying to make a happy ending - living the wild life

2nd Verse

It's deep - how deep? deeper than atlantis

deeper than the sea floor - we're b__pin x-clan s___

riding in my dog dave's amc wagon

drinking maddog smoking billys to the a__ end

Coneyak - A ghost town right off the thumb

See where I'm coming from

You see the hood-rats.....you see the hoodlums

Ripped mugs - slanging drugs - you see that house there?

That's where they cook 'em - next to the junior high

Backpacks carry more than school supplies

You could get a dime add a 5 - get ya 2 for 15

An escape or a dream - even mama's little angel

Got no halo - she's influenced by the radio & tv screen

See these n____s don't read so these n____s don't learn

They make their environment violent - no wonder n____s killed herb

No wonder blacks can't break them chains -

No wonder rap ain't changed - it's wild

Chorus

Same

3rd Verse

So many standards - So much disapproval

But that's majority rule - as always life as usual

A constant dress code - like neat, creased and tucked dress clothes

d___ your taste - just follow suit

In this movie of life - good guys wear white - bad guys are black

I'm stereotype-casted as a thug on the corner with crack

Or maybe eyeing your car contemplating a jack

Regardless - my intentions took for worse

Women sidestep me on the street clenching they purse

I mean no harm - but I'm guilty by persuasion

Why else would they want my ethnic background on applications

I tried tracing my roots and found Nathan

I guess I'm just a n_____ right? But that depends on who's saying it right?

These days I catch it from blacks more often than whites - it's wild

Chorus

Same

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