Shiva Jeyapalan - True to Life LYRICS

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