I Wish - Danny!

I wish A Tribe Called Quest would get back together

And record an album of twenty tracks or better

I wish society would stop trying to box me in

I wish me and Jasmine hadn’t had to stop speakin'

I wish the hood on my car was fixed

I wish I had a deal, so I could get paid off the bars I spit

And the beats I make

I wish I had the money to buy everybody in the world a rib-eyed steak

I wish the government would quit tappin’phones in the ghetto

(Leave us alone) I wish my student loans were all settled

I wish they’d quit riggin’elections, the shit is depressin'

Bet your bottom dollar Bush wins again, no question

I wish AIDS didn’t exist

I wish I didn’t have flashbacks of my cousin slittin’his wrists

I wish there weren’t so many single mothers and deadbeat dads

Yeah

I wish I had a one-way ticket to Kalamazoo, Michigan

I’m wishin’it were 1996 again

And De La Soul was playin’on the radio

(850 spins a week) I wish muh’fuckas wouldn’t diss me when I speak

Yo, I wish that I could rhyme on beat

I wish I had some silk slippers for my mom’s feet

I wish Baby Girl was still here, and Left Eye too

Jam Master Jay, with Biggie reppin’Bed-Stuy too

Freaky Tah, Big L, Big Pun and 2Pac

I wish that I could buy a new clock

'Cause we’re runnin’out of time

And the way hip-hop sounds these days

It seems like we’re runnin’out of rhymes

Yeah, I wish for a world with no hate

I wish we all had a soulmate

That’d be so great

I wish I didn’t have to live alone

I wish cats would take down south MC’s more seriously

I’m wishin’I were more advanced lyrically

I wish I was engaged to Miri Ben-Ari

And at our wedding she can even play some «Overnight Celebrity»

I wish Harold would just let it be

I wish the unemployment rate weren’t so damn high

I wish politicians wouldn’t tell no damn lies

I wish I’d never have to see a lonely old man cry

Yo, I’m wishin’that nobody ever coined the word «nigger»

I wish I were a few inches bigger

And I ain’t talkin''bout my height

I wish for fried chicken, buttered corn, dirty rice and sauerkraut tonight

And on that note I wish we didn’t have no stereotypes

I wish the dream killers would chill, take care of yo’life

I wish nobody was shunned for being different

I wish everybody could make it to church on Sunday

I wish Ms. McIntyre would see her son one day

I wish I could talk to God, face-to-face

Well… that wish’ll probably come true one day

I wish every son could give their mom a kiss

At least twice a day

I wish we wouldn’t through our life away

Over some material possessions

I wish I wasn’t clowned for eating cereal for breakfast

I wish I had a genie to grant these damn wishes

I wish my critics wouldn’t call me too ambitious

I’m wishin’my ass never got kicked out of school

I was a foolish muthafucka, livin’without rules

Yeah, I wish I made wiser choices

Fuck that, I wish we all did

So we can all live

Yo I’ve been wistful ever since I was a small kid