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Mama Chill
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More Wanksta Than Gangsta
Walking with a swagger, hand on ya dagger
45 in a holster, strapped across ya shoulder
Mummies little soldier, aint that what she told ya
Maybe if she scold ya, you'd of grown a better man
Instead of thinking life revolves around you
And you're the master plan
Can I just say I'm only spitting what I know
I was tooled up and angry along time ago
Though I did have a conscience in theory the line
I wouldn't of taken no others life, they wouldn't taken mine
It was about no control, being made to feel small
Broken home, broken life, they even broke me in school
F**kem alls what I thought, gonna show'em that I'm someone
Me against the whole wide world gonna givem some
But up come the conscience in theory the line
I wouldn't of taken no others life, they wouldn't of taken mine
It's a very fine line but the consequences huge
Your at war with ya self, don't put it on another dude
I sliced up the surface to try and drain the rage
I was like a crazy animal pacing the cage
But it got to the stage, something gotta change
Coz this was no longer a game.
It don't look right, it don't feel right
Coz it aint right, and I know,
It's the wrong life, to be my life
So when those demons call I won't follow
It's time to find my beautiful soul
Have you gotta brother? See his face on the cover
Headlines reading, they couldn't stop the bleeding
Needing resuscitating, there were too many waiting
Walked into the hating, just minding his own
Someone pulled the trigger and he never got home
Blown away for nuthin, yeah, aint that the truth
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By the wallowing pathetic excuses of youth
Broken home, broken life, they even broke you in school
So what, shut the (blank) up, it happens to us all,
Still gotta have a conscience, know right from wrong
Gotta have love if you wanna get along
Put it down in a song; get the hate out ya blood
Keep ya eye on the game coz it's eating you up
Getta hold, getta grip, take control of ya life
Don't lose mamas little soldier on the end of a knife
You can bleat like a sheep and spread ya disease
Or there's a god if ya choose to believe.
It don't look right, it don't feel right
Coz it aint right and you know
It's the wrong life to be your life
So when those demons call you don't follow
It's time to find your beautiful soul.
Put it down in a song; get the hate out ya blood
Keep ya eye on on the game coz it's eating you up
Getta hold, getta grip, take control of ya life
Don't lose mamas little soldier on the end of a knife
You can bleat like a sheep and spread ya disease
Or there's a god if you choose to believe
It don't look right, it don't feel right
Coz it aint right, and you know
It's the wrong life, to be your life
When those demons call you don't follow
It's time to find your beautiful soul
It's time to find your beautiful soul
Oh it's time to find your beautiful soul
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