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
<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…
<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)
(Inspired by : Akon's Ghetto)
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