Life in da Indian Ghettos...

Yeahhhhh this for ya ‘A’.. Nah lil’ ‘A’…

Long time…ya man

MR…that’s me, desi ye…

Come on in

Got a lil’ somethin’ for ya…shobha de

Akon, ma man

Give a holla to da Indian ghettos

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G to the H to the E to the T…T to the O to the S..

Da dreaded Indian…M to the A to the L to the L to the D to the Y

Ma pot-bellied lack-luster friends [aye ;)]

Ya’ll need a lil’ observation & clarity (asap)

Nawwww those slumdog stories from rags-ta-riches

Are just a fantasy

Havin’ fun commercializin’ the plight of ‘em

Caught up in da throes of poverty

I’ma bringin’ da power of music fo liberty

I’ma gonna rap, hip hop n rock on

Fo the feds, ye to turn them on…

Ma invisible bros n sistas in dharavi

Wait up… der hella lot mo! kasimedu..sonagachi… (et al)

Come down now…ya’ll

Sing with me…sinng itt…

<Verse 1>

Ah! boys in ya BMW n Lamborghini flashin’

Let’s have a slum tour, time fo some right thinkin’

Throw off yuh Pumas n Nikes

Throw yuh hand on that boi all smilin’

Plastic sunglasses, bright colored muscle tees, his clothin’

Ya, there’s no mistakin’

He’s got mo than ya eyes are seein’

He no live in luxury, no gated community,

No multiplexes, no malls, no shoppin’

He ain’t got a rupee, in a shanty he’s livin’

Da glass door of a showroom he’s peerin’

He sees da legend sachin’ him scorin’

His gum loudly poppin’, along with da others he’s crammin’

It’s an oddity out there, da words studyin’ n readin’

No books, no lights, kids ain’t dreamin’

Lean cattle grazin’, homeless kids runnin’

Red stains of paan n political slogans,

Da roads n walls, they're decoratin’

The homeless under bridges and in pipes, they livin’

Open gutters n stagnant water ‘em pollutin’

Not enuf restrooms fo dem slum dwellin’

Da whole place in its excreta it’s drownin’ (hell ye!)

Da communal flare-ups steadily risin’

Transgenders, rowdies n ganstas, they crowdin’

Poverty, drugs, traffickin’ with ‘em spreadin’

Ye its quite bowel-churnin’,

But that’s all he’s lived up seein’

His single mother she’s dyin’

The burden on his sista it fallin’

In her heart she hate it there, she’s cryin’

Her pimp is waitin’ n she’s rushin’

She’s numb to it, but she’s barely 16

She hits da back seat, da taxi driver some tips he’s gettin’

Unmindful of the acts behind, the mirrors he’s tiltin’

He can’t bear to see it no more, he’s burnin’

Stealin’…fightin’…he’s slowly learnin’

With his surroundin’ soon influencin’

Porno books n DVDs he’s sellin’

Whoa! coke n weed, he’s growin’!

The mafia is welcomin’, the feds them noticin’

He starts his runnin’, there ain’t no stoppin’

Her fate doomed, child in her arms she’s beggin’

Ye, that’s so ghetto…

<Hook>

G to the H to the E to the T…T to the O to the S..

Da dreaded Indian…M to the A to the L to the L to the D to the Y

Ma pot-bellied lack-luster friends [aye ;)]

Ya’ll need a lil’ observation & clarity (asap)

Nawwww those slumdog stories from rags-ta-riches

Are just a fantasy

Havin’ fun commercializin’ the plight of ‘em

Caught up in da throes of poverty

I’ma bringin’ da power of music fo liberty

I’ma gonna rap, hip hop n rock on

Fo the feds, ye to turn them on…

Ma invisible bros n sistas in dharavi

Wait up… der hella lot mo! kasimedu..sonagachi… (et al)

Come down now…ya’ll

Sing with me…sinng itt…

(Inspired by : Akon's Ghetto)

Ma love's in a state of 9-1-1!

<Intro>

Im’a brain dead… its dusted...

It’s half past three and I’m busted

Ima’ tryin to get it all off my chest

before I could grab some rest…
I scribble, I score, crinkle it up, it ain’t easy
It’s tough this hook shit..bless you slim shady!

Ok here we go… the flow has started

Keep your guard… fair warning fo all ya faint hearted…

<Hook>

My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy quitters

All you girls jumpin' through hoops for ‘em… all is not gold that glitters

Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla that just blinders

Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em uncaring philanderers

Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo nothing less than whacha deserves

Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two cents worth on this matter

Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know if he’s a loser or a lover…

<Verse 1>

Sweet talkin’ guys, ima’ gonna ask you girls to stay away forever

Give ‘em your hearts… and they’re on their way..can’t see ‘em never

They walk a 500 miles n a 500 more to fall at ya door…awww! quite a love letter

Try to put a ring on it, and you’d see ya hearts on da floor, what’s mo sinister?!

It’s a lover girl that tells ya this…take it or leave it… whateva

Ima’ fool fo thinkin’ he’s gonna carry me to a castle, ma knight in shinin' armor

No goodbye, no final kiss, just all too sudden, I can't get much wronger

Got me all fired up, left me to clean up the mess all by meself, ah so clever

Let him find da missin’ piece, but he’s missin’ from my relationship radar

It’s da C-word that he dreads, ye his biggest conversation stopper

He’s out there gettin’ new numbas on his phone, a standing ovation to ma fickle lover

So quick to forget, Ima’ not surprised, ain’t expect anythin’ better

Braggin’ his one night stands, I’ma gonna give him love lessons for a starter

Coz Ima’ left to regret ma belief, I’d give it his name if I had a tumor

<Hook>

My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy quitters

All you girls jumpin through hoops for ‘em… all is not gold that glitters

Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla that just blinders

Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em uncaring philanderers

Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo nothing less than whacha deserves

Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two cents worth on this matter

Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know if he’s a loser or a lover…

<Verse 2>

Let’s wipe less tears this year, it’s ‘em reasons that are often unclear

But ye there’s signs, signs everywhere… it’s the same fuckin drill, I swear

It all start with a wandering eye, ye it’s shameless that unblinking stare

Nah nah knock it out silly it isn’t worth a try, they got ‘em bigger fishes outta there

Geez that “treat him like you don’t care” game not work, might just backfire

Grow up…didn’t momma tell ya’ll…staying power is what that matter

I gotta case studies of broken hearts, fallin fo ‘I love you’, ‘You are da one forever’

Somethin’ of ‘em all..the love junkies and their pattern, I’ma guessin’ it’s a flair

When the time to run is up, the hide-n-seek games start..oh ye unfair

Ya’ll not a priority, no more …there ain’t no calls...the texts they become rare

‘I ain’t have no monies’, ‘I need space’, ‘it’s about me not ya’, that sound familiar?

Worst of it all, ‘let’s stay friends’, show ‘em what you got, stick up that middle finger

They back… Then they’re off…back again??!!! wtf..sounds like a personality disorder

Love ya’ll, miss ya’ll when they go farther?!! Ask ‘em to marry and they’d scamper

The harder ya’ll try, the harder ya’ll fall, ye the truth is bitter

Come on…I’ma runnin’ outta tissue papers, shake ‘em off ya’ll ain’t need no pied piper  

<Hook>

My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy quitters

All you girls jumpin through hoops for ‘em… all is not gold that glitters

Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla that just blinders

Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em uncaring philanderers

Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo nothing less than whacha deserves

Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two cents worth on this matter

Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know if he’s a loser or a lover…

Wake me up when it’s over

Turn the music on, I gotta beat this down

Ma ups, ma downs, my smiles and ma frowns,

Let’s take a lil trip, i’mma gonna ask ya to get a good grip

Coz we’re gonna say hello to pain, and yah you might go insane

My mamma left me when I five, hell no lie

Papa loved me, fed me, dressed me

There ain’t no lullaby to sleep, just enough reasons to weep

Playing catch with meself, papa ‘tot me as he’s a loner himself

No summers smashin’, I stand to watch ma homies do go-kartin

Found a way in ma books, no summer’s day by the brooks

And ohh -I guess ya didn't know, it’s quite a show  

I was in ma 6th grade, proud to be in ma school parade

My shirt is grey & messy, ma girlies all tidy & pretty

No mamma to wash..it’s ma fate, damn Mrs. Higgins is quick to hate

The gals all in giggles havin fun, tore me apart the humiliation

Papa was the best man, soon he turn ‘em all into ma fans

I was ten and ya bet, the monster in my closet not scary

Coz Im’ma reality, man next door is ma reason for worry

Papa trust him but he’s full of rust, a pervert with foul stories of lust

6 feet into the ground is now da cannibal, burning in the highest flame of hell

The road gotta a lil rough with coming of age, furthermore gettin’ stuck inside ma cage

Uncles, aunts & friends…I ain’t no what these words rilly meant

Things no turn any betta with adulthood, Imma yearning for a second childhood

No that’s just not alla that story, there‘s lotta more that’s worth ma fury

So unless you was me, don freakin’ try to judge me, it’s funny

With a pride that’s left of ma own, Im’ma fighting with a life that beat me down

 and yo ya came along, when Im’ma looking for ma papa who was gone

Kudos ya played me well, ya magic with words that’s how I fell

Ma fault I love a man, who neva stay home, breakin' me down to ma bone

When you was hungry, I fed you a hot meal

Love your pay-back style goddamn lies, that ain’t a fair deal

            Ah…your father gave me a scarlet letter, you watched me burn…you ain’t no betta

Give him a holla from me, open up ya mind, don't ya get hooked up to his kind

Pretend like ya only do what ya told, good riddance yeah…I know how far ya bold

You’ve forgotten the rules 1..2…3, go on now roll up a weed in glee

Keep beefin up it don’t matter, alla that liquor take you nowhere

Stop clowning around coz it’s time, try and walk on a straight line

Red pill or blue pill, imma gonna let ya take the call

Blue pill and the story ends, red pill and we enter ma wonderland

Well duh...this seems like forever, brin' it on, wake me up when it’s over…

Hey lightie, I’m brown skinned!

Hey, you ready? Let’s take ‘em baby...

Lights, camera, action…

Sea of faces, fancy ladies, fashion gurus

Cameras flashin’, music blastin’, nervous reaction

I’ve got a move, an attitude, not this time

Barely remember me sequence nor who’s next in line

Sexy in a satin, I froze, my heart pumpin’  

The head ramp is crammin’ coz I ain’t swervin’

Livin' in a bubble, with the fame I struggle

Coz when I heard it from ya, I tore up a little

What that?! I’m a regular

FYI…lightie not anymore!

Coz ma brown brown skin don’t grab your attention,

Lookin askance at fair chicks, nah I don’t care to mention

Talk to me boi…

Yeah ‘em rappers, I’mma gonna give ‘em a run for their money

Roxanne, latifah, nikki minaj

Lil' kim, foxy brown, rah digga

Duh, I ain't a nigga

I’m an Asian in rap, I’ma lady from the subcontinent

White fella…I’ve got somethin’ you don’t, i call it confidence

Oh ya…I’m serious, now raise your brows

Ain’t a showoff, and it ain’t as bad as breaking vows

Talk to me boi

Mamma goose, you ain’t have no worries

It’s ‘em Latinas, Caribbean hailed as hotties

He don’t get it right, there’s no such thing as a perfect 10

There’s no flawless curve as a Sunny Leone or sexy Angelina’s pout

Alla that done to prettify, without a doubt

Boi ya know what? There’s no set standard for beauty

I’mma brown to the bone, so what?! dusky is sultry

 Cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen

I walk tall, coz that’s how Im’ma seen

White chicks, naw, Imma call ‘em pigmentally challenged, no pun

Boys on ma block not exchange me for one…

Talk to me boi…

Love ain't a race!

She’s up all night, she wrestles sleep

Stickin’ needles in her lids, she’s too hard ya know to weep

She reaches her inked out arm, moonlight spills on her ring

The diamond shinin’ perfectly against her bronze skin

Caught in the waves of reluctance, the clock is tickin’, she’s lost count

She’s damned if she do, damned if she don't

Those hateful words turn hands on her neck, she’s chokin’

As they keep ringing in her ears, “Why did ya come?”

She startin’ to wonder if the pain will ever go numb

Easy come, easy go, he gotta style

‘Do it all, have a ball, onto the next’, a motto that he lives by

Sweet talkin’, tippin’ hoes, untyin’ his sneakers

He don’t care, he’s strummin’ her pain with his fingers

He’s not a saint, nor a sinner

Self-made man, still the damn same, won’t take a blame

She not bother, she waits, she’s got the flame

Coz she’s not one of them, them in tank tops n rolled up jeans

Not a big fan of loud music, nor smokin’ hot scenes

No strangers she’s not for a grind, she’s one of a kind

She ain’t a Rihanna, she ain’t unfaithful, she ain’t love his lies

Perhaps a Beyonce, who sees his halo, knows her savin’ grace

Good girls ain’t no fun, bad girls ain't no good,

Good or bad he’s undecided, a man who can’t be moved

He’s a Bob Dylan phoney, he’s not there he’s gone

His words cut her like a knife, ‘Please move on’

Yet she don’t give up, she don’t give up, she keep up the faith

It's hard, it's alright, whoa she’s gotta will that’s tough to shake

She’s playin’ for keeps down her memory, her love’s a masterpiece

 Moment of surrender at the meadows, he’s fallin’ on his knees
She’s been lookin’ for a lifeline, seems like a lifetime

She's had her answer, love ain't no race, there ain’t no finish line!