I Wish It Was Fake - Stomper

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?