Senim Silla - Less Than Capital lyrics

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Senim Silla - Less Than Capital lyrics

Yeah [Verse 1] Ross was the youngest one but just as troublesome Succumbs to d** and guns freshman 14 Ran with the mischievous hoodlums to stick up kids Went on to do a bit senior year 17 Just another hard-headed cat with hood etiquette One thing in mind gotta get mine yo Yours, hers and his, poverty encourages The pressure from one's peers Want the girl, get the gear Failing every course I wasn't built for sports Skinny, awkward guy that got high to stay occupied 40's, old E, st. ides Mushrooms, acid I tried Add in ego and pride The making of Senim's Frankenstein But there's more to the story I gave a f** for authority sh** they never did for me Teenage minority, I acted accordingly Mama, papa don't know me New shoes, new clothes I stole these Disguised good guy supposing, 'til that day I met them police [Hook] Always after some thing with the same city lights watching over I guess it's just a human thing, everybody wanna be the king (king) I got 20 dollar dream, just a penny a time Getting high off remains of the day See the pot don't boil if there ain't no fire So I'm a burn 'til I burn away I'm a lost cause baby, don't you try to find me I done made up my mind I'm gonna stay Living less than capital is more than enough More than enough ain't enough for me I'm still trying to find a better way [Verse 2] It ain't me It ain't me I ain't no senator's son, I ain't no fortunate one Fortunately I ain't get caught with the gun I walked down 2 and change, got home 19 still young On the surface, the pious, righteous, Islamic observant 'til faced with temptation, the apple, the serpent Got took by the current dog A lack of work the cause Brought me back to serving the law Was no deterrent, more concerned with having room & board And meanwhile this girls having my child I'm digging the sound of daddy, but dad ain't got no gig steady Pushing up in a broke chevy Musical career I'm betting That kid can't eat good intentions you'll need a plan b Come in reality, over me like a stampede Too late be a lawyer/doctor, cats dig your raps But your music ain't popular Life is so touch and go, bullethead Mr. Poe One minute invincible, then skid row miserable [Hook]