Ensnared from the Moment of Birth

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[Verse 1]
I feel like someone was
Already aiming weaponry
In my direction on the day
Of my birth
And I grew up with nothing
In a place where African-Americans
Get murdered over expensive sneakers
Like Air Jordans and Pippens
Welcome to California
Where the climate is warmer
Than it is New York
But life is very difficult here
(Saying hi to my buddy named Too Short!)
My friend Wack shoots pistols
So I compare him to a basketball star
And we are addicted to criminal behavior
As if it were menthol cigarettes
And it spread like British Petroleum’s oil spill
And was just as hard to control
And I had a daughter and I almost named her
After Hurricane Katrina
If I raise her properly, maybe someday
She can head up FEMA
And Spike Lee is still shooting documentaries
About this very same hurricane
Down in New Orleans
While I am still here in California
Living off the proceeds of an album
Named “The Documentary”
And this is a parallel thing
And people end up in the cemetery
We’re boxed in tightly in our neighborhood
And boxed in coffins in the cemetery
And there was a box-shaped football player
Nicknamed Refrigerator Perry

[Hook]
And every time something is not done properly
They blame President Barack Obama
He is just like T.I.
Born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap
And every time something is not done properly
They blame President Barack Obama
He is just like Gucci
Born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap
And every time something is not done properly
They blame President Barack Obama
He is just like Jeezy
Born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap
And every time something is not done properly
My gun makes a loud “crack”
I am just like Outkast
Born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap

[Verse 2]
And what are you homosexual fellows doing?
And what do you plan to do
When the way you walk no longer means a difference?
And your woman is not the most fabulous
She is in her mid-40s
And your fancy car is getting old
So now you are making fun of younger fellow
Because they are behaving as you behaved
When you yourself were a younger fellow
And you have lots of sex with women
Because you believe that AIDS is no longer a threat
And no one is willing to help you
Perhaps by the year 2050 that will be true
And women who only wanted your money
Took what they wanted and left you
With only bruises they gave you by forceful kisses
I used to strut around like you
All over the town behaving like a clown
But I got tired of that, it got old
Just like Betty White is an older woman
And this is a deep and thoughtful comparison
Just like Barry White has a deep voice
And back then I used to sell cocaine
And I would wear the wrong color sneakers
In gang neighborhoods
And now I am married
And I walk around the house
And my wife cooks me dinner
And I can spend money with my wife
On American Express cards that we share
But I have less cash around the house

[Hook]
And you black fellows are still begging
For large stacks of money
Just like Goodie Mob
I was born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap
And you black fellows are still begging
For large stacks of money
Just like Luda
I was born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap
And you black fellows are still begging
For large stacks of money
Just like Soulja Boy
I was born in a place where drug deals are made
Born in a booby trap
And indigent black fellows are still begging
For large stacks of money
They should listen to Shawty Lo’s song
And learn how to ensnare others

[Verse 3]
And this is better than the music
By the famous band the Roots
And the giant speakers in the trunk of my car
Are blasting out the fabulous drum beats
And Wiz is from Pittsburgh, and he likes the Steelers
And I was born in an area much like a jungle
So I come with my own guerilla fighters
And everyone is telling on everyone else
Instead of spending time making love with women
So we are trying to leave that place
And get money in other ways
And we hide our marijuana in altered cigars
And we are making music that crackles
And I am trying to earn money to feed my family
And rather than spend my money
On ridiculously large gold chains
I would prefer to help out miners in Chile
Or to feed poor people in Haiti
Or to vacation in the Bahamas
And on the way back I will pick up
My friend who was deported to Belize
And sometimes I feel like this is heavenly music
But when I am doing drugs
I’m not sure anything matters
So I’m about to grab my gun
Just like an elephant waves his trunk
And help Wyclef Jean campaign
For the presidency of Haiti
So I’m about to grab my gun
Just like an elephant waves his trunk
And help Wyclef Jean campaign
For the presidency of Haiti
I told you this was going to be
An excellent song

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