I want to elevate without worrying bout my boys and
I want to respirate without worrying bout the poisons
I'll never be biggie smalls or tupac
but that's the beauty of self
and allowin it to be seen requires my choices
my skin is paler then some, but eminem aint the only one
who goin make it, and take it to somewhere that aint been done
I want to be in love
but sometimes i'm too prone to do harm out of boredom
idle hands too often can do wrong
isnt life too short to go on
cheatin ourselves of our artistic integrity
just to get ahead of these.. other wanna-bes
by becoming what we were trying to pass
and therefore we becomes rats in the race
promoting ourselves with all our strength
sleazyness drips from our face
what a waste, im only a thug when i'm at the point of break
and even then you couldnt know how much it takes
to feel this way, when i wildout, you cant relate
unless your my kin, like my loco cousins
the drugs keep me frozen in place, when i feel like runnin
and the blood im coughin in my vertical coffin as i stand half baked and..
this situations all too often
i wish i could soften the world, so that id have the option
to soften my heart through the art
but instead i see myself inside a war
my eyes are sore
squinting in the darkness trying to make out what i was sent here for
all you can remember me by
is my life--style the only thing that is quite original bout WILD'
his sensitivity to the streets activities, living within the confines of his abilities
to destroy and rebuild after killin the protagonists quota
who wrote a, story bout slittin the throat o' a young childs mother
just because she pregnant with another
oh brother where art thou
why you on some bullshit, you aint no kin to cows
tell me how you goin keep beefin when i know that that aint what youre after
all you want is the cat's meow
so that you dont feel drowned
i dont run flexxes..
im into making love more then im into having sex and
i know that means that most times i ride solo
alone but who got a problem with that
im used to it, drinkin nights away vexxed
the poison, the anger, none of these can manifest themselves as tools
ive been the fool, then laughed at the same mistake in youth
who rage to feel alive, and important
in a society where their lives seem null and void and
their told to plan for the future
not to deal with the conciousness they have in the present
i been a terrorist, in the name of the crew
but i aint tryin to murk nobody, and its not cause im shook
listen and look, i got somethin thats boilin in the kitchen
and it aint crack, but it is for the fiends
close your eyes and step away from your pain
what is your life without your right to complain?
too many cats want respect
but wont pay no dues
too many cats will discipline the fools
but aint ever played by no rules
theres too many counterfiets spittin into the youths ear drums as they ride the bus
theres fake fifties on the streets, and tryin to rock them cant get you anything===trust.