Lyrics I Wish It Was Fake - Stomper

I Wish It Was Fake

Grew up in the 80's, started banging in the nine-O's
Down for my hood ese banging on my rivals
Hard to survive, I’m running from the five-O's
South East Los city of winos
My homies dad was a Vietnam veterano
A sick man and he go mad if he hit the bottle
Flashbacks of bloody meat, so he never sleep
He stay up late, he couldn’t take a fucking bad dream
He sat us down, showed us how to load them AK’s
About the dope game, heroine and cocaine
He said get paid, we’re all born to die anyways
Trust no bitch, kill a snitch and grind every day
Crime pays and people never change ese
Keep it New, stay true and never fake ese
Took that advice and loved my life by the things he showed me
And when he died nobody cried for my big homie
Lord have mercy on my soul
Forgive my mistakes
Wild child in the game
Trying to learn how to play
Tell you life is a disaster
For a young ghetto blaster
But I was cool by the master
So I’m coming up faster
And every day is the same
Funerals and court dates
Bow my head and I pray
Ask god to show me the way
Live and breathe it every day
Man I wish it was fake
Shits real in the field
But how much more can I take?