Текст песни Soulja State Of Mind - Prophesy

Grew up in the same slums as you
Same drugs I stood away from
Where the same you used
I used to be quite and soft
Until they pissed me off
Eyebrows up
Now I will rip their heads off
The son of a golden gloves winner
I stand for myself never a pretender remember
Playing basketball and Sega genesis
Freestyle raps with my older brother apprentice
Local street gangs they wanted me
Like acting gangster was the thing to be
But I want to be different that just ain't me
Can't wear the same clothing
Dickies and white tees
Skinny tall with glasses
Straight a's in all my classes
Relax kid
I am not a square
Just lucky to be raised with parents
Who did care?
Enough for now I'm out of here

I am the don
Father of the fam
The sheep to my lambs
The Russel Simmons at Def jam
Leader of the tribe
Chief to my peeps
The king bee
The watcher who gets no sleep
A minister
A priest
The chief of police
A taxi cab driver
With passengers in the back seat
A president
The pilot of the plane
Prince Charles and
Ooh what's his name
Toni Blair that's it
Saddam Husain
Scratch that scratch that he's lame
Malcom x, Cesar Chavez
Socrates for speaking knowledge
Yes indeed
You can be anything but me

Money tight clothes and hoes that's just me
Staying far as I can from the penitentiary
A walk in the park
Shell to my ear so I could hear the sea
Nights to myself as quite as could be
Razor fade
Pickles and ketchup only
Burger king because I want it my way
Doing 80 on the high way
Obviously
I didn't learn my lessons
Ticket after ticket
And I'm still speeding
Needing a girl in my life to slow me down
At the same time probably going to hold me down
I need to be free like the birds in the sky
Like O.J after he told all them lies
No justice no peace
Just disgust and dis belief
Look throughout our history
And tell me what you see
It's a democracy
That's topsy-turvy
Presidents heads on dollars who weren't worthy
But who am I to judge
Looked upon as just another street thug
With no education
That's what the white man be saying
Until he gets a chance to walk in my shoes
And do the same things I do
From broken down homes and public schools
So many relatives some I never knew
I'm going to be me
And you could be you
And only you
Your life is what u choose

All I wanted to be was a Soulja
But I had a monkey on shoulder
I should of told cha
I'm brown skinned it
From my voice u probably didn't expect it
But that's just me
Why speak with an accent
That's not me
I'm Latin
But who says Latin has to be
A farm worker, actor on Telemundo TV
A Gardner, maid, prison inmate
A gangster bald
Or with a skin fade
It's ok
To be whatever it is you please
Don't be a cc
A carbon copy
Be your own man
Leave your mark in history
Show the world you're not like everybody
Who does he think he is?
Tell them that's just me
Who does he think he is?
Tell them that's just me
Who does he think he is?
Tell them that's just me