Senim Silla Wild Life
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 ass 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 bumpin x-clan shit
riding in my dog dave's amc wagon
drinking maddog smoking billys to the ass 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 niggas don’t read so these niggas don’t learn
They make their environment violent – no wonder niggas
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
Damn 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..er 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
