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-ratsÂ…..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 nigger 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