Mama Chill - More Wanksta Than Gangsta Lyrics
Walking with a swagger, hand on ya dagger45 in a holster, strapped across ya shoulderMummies little soldier, aint that what she told yaMaybe if she scold ya, you’d of grown a better manInstead of thinking life revolves around youAnd you’re the master planCan I just say I’m only spitting what I knowI was tooled up and angry along time agoThough I did have a conscience in theory the lineI wouldn’t of taken no others life, they wouldn’t taken mineIt was about no control, being made to feel smallBroken home, broken life, they even broke me in schoolF**kem alls what I thought, gonna show’em that I’m someoneMe against the whole wide world gonna givem someBut up come the conscience in theory the lineI wouldn’t of taken no others life, they wouldn’t of taken mineIt’s a very fine line but the consequences hugeYour at war with ya self, don’t put it on another dudeI sliced up the surface to try and drain the rageI was like a crazy animal pacing the cageBut it got to the stage, something gotta changeCoz this was no longer a game.It don’t look right, it don’t feel rightCoz it aint right, and I know,It’s the wrong life, to be my lifeSo when those demons call I won’t followIt’s time to find my beautiful soulHave you gotta brother? See his face on the coverHeadlines reading, they couldn’t stop the bleedingNeeding resuscitating, there were too many waitingWalked into the hating, just minding his ownSomeone pulled the trigger and he never got homeBlown away for nuthin, yeah, aint that the truthBy the wallowing pathetic excuses of youthBroken home, broken life, they even broke you in schoolSo what, shut the (blank) up, it happens to us all,Still gotta have a conscience, know right from wrongGotta have love if you wanna get alongPut it down in a song; get the hate out ya bloodKeep ya eye on the game coz it’s eating you upGetta hold, getta grip, take control of ya lifeDon’t lose mamas little soldier on the end of a knifeYou can bleat like a sheep and spread ya diseaseOr there’s a god if ya choose to believe.It don’t look right, it don’t feel rightCoz it aint right and you knowIt’s the wrong life to be your lifeSo when those demons call you don’t followIt’s time to find your beautiful soul.Put it down in a song; get the hate out ya bloodKeep ya eye on on the game coz it’s eating you upGetta hold, getta grip, take control of ya lifeDon’t lose mamas little soldier on the end of a knifeYou can bleat like a sheep and spread ya diseaseOr there’s a god if you choose to believeIt don’t look right, it don’t feel rightCoz it aint right, and you knowIt’s the wrong life, to be your lifeWhen those demons call you don’t followIt’s time to find your beautiful soulIt’s time to find your beautiful soulOh it’s time to find your beautiful soul
