True To Life lyrics translation: SHIVA JEYAPALAN True To Life song texte and letras SHIVA JEYAPALAN True To Life tab, paroles and testo SHIVA JEYAPALAN True To Life Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Ya try to diss me ya can kiss my ass
If ya try to rap `gainst me, ya can kiss my ass
If ya graduate from a Private High School, ya can kiss my as
If ya r a fake ass minority with bleached hair tryin` to be white, ya can kiss my as
I ain`t scared, stupid.
Look at my look, stupid.
I been through shit, yet made out safe, keepin` to myself an` am pure clean
Ne`er smoked
But got no hatred `gainst addicts except sympathy cuz I coulda been one if I ain`t played it smart
I jus` keep on walkin` an` you don`t even botha.
There r no streets in this shitty ass town of New Milford
I feel the pain that the true ghetto people who moved go thru e`ery day with Ford trucks with hicks passin` by on the country roads
It`s like a different world there ain`t no lots o` kin `roud here- there ain`t no ghetto `round here
Someone shouts out at you `wanna-be` but they don`t know you an` they just see what they see
There ain`t nothin` wrong with `em jus` as long as they don`t spread hatred at minorities
Cuz if that happens then they`re really dumb cuz they don`t know who they r messin` with
The minorities ain`t no minority we just peoples muthafucka
We`re what we want to be called
I`ll get that fact straight in your head
My pops an` ma came from the jungle ghetto of Sri- Lanka
Workin` there asses hard to get here
An` know it of this borin` ass town that I only lived fo` few shitty years
Of the same usual shit havin` to get in Rav4 goin` to the NYC
You say u see Harlem You say u see e`eryone `round there
But what the hell u talkin` `bout it
You`re own mom bought you your muthafuckin` equipment
You ne`er had to earn
While my pops took me to take care of business, fightin` fo` my rights
While I dropped an` failed out of Private School cuz I wanted to from those damn snobby nose pricks
Don`t try an` be like that freeeakk
I`ll make your back creeeakkk when I feel like it
Don`t eva try an` pull that shit on the phone
Callin` at 12:54 AM
Not leavin` ur name
Not doin` anythin` `bout it cuz that`s not the game
All I heard was incoherent mumble
All I heard was coherent dumbness
You fake ass faggots.
At least I got a gurl
Not some cheap ass one with no dreams who depends
What the hell???
You ain`t no thug
Jus` chicken an` a bug who I`d jus` flick outta my pocket
I got in jail cuz the muthafuckin` police accused me wrongly
Of doin` shit an` the otha person who pissed me off started a fight
Lyin` to society
I was ne`er touched
I got in an` out by myself
This cell, the size of the muthafuckin` bathroom at home
With names scratched past on the hard bed surface
With one soft pillow an` a camera starin`, sittin` alone as the only one probably in this dumb ass town
At me outside bars in the hallway seein` whether I would cause commotion
The town is dumb, not all people in it cuz people move
I didn`t an` no one was `round- I played it smart
I got back thought of all the shit I been through
An` decided to work ten times harder then I already worked
`Fore I took up boxin`
`Fore I took up rappin` all in the summer
Ya got mo` than 24 channels
Shut yo` mouth- ya watch too many music videos
Create you`re own lyrics an` words
Quit muthafuckin` followin` e`eryone else
I still reminesce at whut it was like fo`, when my eldas born in the jungle ghettos
I still gotta get people `round me to undastand what Sri-Lankan Americas means
What it means to be true to oneself
People `round me in New Milford tryin` to lowa whut I`ve been through, who I am, or where I came from
I wouldn`t be fuckin` livin` in this country
If it wasn`t for my parents drawn o`erseas
By this delusion of possible success
An escape from war goin` on between peoples in Sri- Lanka
An escape from Australia
I don`t give a fuck if I grew up `bout half my life
W/o my pops an` mom 100%ly peacefully interactin`
An` at the same time, movin` all ova the place possibly sinnin`
While workin` hard to escape this low- life w/ education
All I give a fuck is that e`ery time I think this gurl`s the one
I fuck up the relationship somehow, but that ain`t eva keep me from tryin`
All my life I`ve been fightin` an` runnin` to get to where I am today
To how I rap today
To how I tap my feet like Ali`s boxin` feet dance while I shadowbox in the night
To how I zap out. Music`s 2n`d nature to me to how I communicate to e`eryone
From a one- floor small house to a lowa- middle usual borin` class house
I gots nothin` excepts my hard work hopes an` muthafuckin` wishes