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

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