Call Me a Killa

What is life? Life is that one bully, Jack, who tackles you as soon as you turn your back.

Then he helps you up and gets you ready for your next beating.

What is money? Money is that one girl you like, Sabrina, always teasing you for more,

Just enough for you to not forget about her, and just enough to make a man crazy.

I’m tired of this hell hole you’d call a ghetto

I’m tired of this hood, praising killas and liars

Being the King of the Ghetto is like being the biggest and baddest pig, you still live in a pigsty.

If I had a dollar for every time someone said he wanna be a rapper

I’d be rich as a rapper who forgot this hell hole

If I had a million dollars I’d kick Jack down on his ass and take Sabrina dancing at the mall

I’m tired of having coked out friends

I’m tired of wanting to join a gang

I’m tired of watching movies only at “white” movie theaters

I’m tired of almost starting fights by looking at the wrong guy

I’m tired of acting tough as a killa

If I had a million dollars, I’d let my family meet Sabrina

If I lost Sabrina for good

If I took a beating from Jack one last time

If I had no one to go to

If I had to sell coke to my coked out friends

If I had to join a gang

If I had to start fights cause I don’t like the way a vato looks at me

Then call me a killa, cause I’d have killed myself by then