I Wish It Was Fake
Stomper Lyrics

Grew up in the 80′s, started banging in the nine-O's
I grew up in the 1980s and started getting involved in gang activity in the 1990s.

Down for my hood ese banging on my rivals
I am loyal to my neighborhood and actively engage in conflict with rival gangs.

Hard to survive, I′m running from the five-O's
It is difficult to stay alive as I constantly evade and hide from law enforcement.

South East Los city of winos
I come from South East Los Angeles, a city full of alcoholics.

My homies dad was a Vietnam veterano
The father of one of my friends was a veteran of the Vietnam War.

A sick man and he go mad if he hit the bottle
He suffered from physical or mental illness and would become enraged if he drank alcohol.

Flashbacks of bloody meat, so he never sleep
He constantly experienced disturbing memories, causing him to stay awake and avoid sleep.

He stay up late, he couldn't take a fucking bad dream
He purposely stayed awake late at night because he couldn't bear to experience a horrifying nightmare.

He sat us down, showed us how to load them AK′s
He gathered us and taught us how to load and handle AK-47 rifles.

About the dope game, heroine and cocaine
He educated us about the drug trade, specifically the involvement of heroin and cocaine.

He said get paid, we′re all born to die anyways
He advised us to focus on making money because we will all eventually die.

Trust no bitch, kill a snitch and grind every day
He warned us not to trust women and to eliminate any informants, while emphasizing the importance of working hard every day.

Crime pays and people never change ese
Engaging in criminal activities can be financially rewarding, and he believed that people's true nature remains constant.

Keep it New, stay true and never fake ese
He encouraged us to remain loyal to our gang and to always be genuine and authentic.

Took that advice and loved my life by the things he showed me
I followed his advice and embraced the lifestyle he demonstrated to me.

And when he died nobody cried for my big homie
When he passed away, there was no mourning or sorrow for my close friend.

Lord have mercy on my soul
I am pleading for forgiveness and compassion from a higher power.

Forgive my mistakes
I ask for forgiveness for the wrong choices I have made.

Wild child in the game
I am a reckless and unpredictable individual within the gang lifestyle.

Trying to learn how to play
I am still attempting to navigate and understand the rules of this dangerous game.

Tell you life is a disaster
I want to convey that life is chaotic and filled with hardships.

For a young ghetto blaster
I am a young individual from the ghetto, trying to make my way in this challenging environment.

But I was cool by the master
I received approval and respect from the experienced individuals in my gang.

So I'm coming up faster
As a result, I am progressing and gaining stature more quickly.

And every day is the same
Each day feels repetitive and mundane.

Funerals and court dates
I regularly attend funerals for fallen gang members and have frequent court appearances due to criminal activities.

Bow my head and I pray
I lower my head and engage in prayer, seeking guidance and protection.

Ask god to show me the way
I implore God to reveal the path I should follow in life.

Live and breathe it every day
Gang life consumes my existence, as it is an integral part of my daily routine.

Man I wish it was fake
I express a desire for my current reality to be fictitious or non-existent.

Shits real in the field
The circumstances and dangers of living in the neighborhood are authentically challenging.

But how much more can I take?
I question how much more hardship and turmoil I can endure.

Well I woke up in the morning, to the sounds of a gunshot
One morning, I was awakened by the sound of a gunshot.

It′s just another dead body, at the fucking one stop
I discovered yet another lifeless body in a location notorious for violence and criminal activity.

Yellow tape and white sheets, fill the fucking streets
The scene of violence is marked by yellow police tape and covered bodies, which are a common occurrence in this neighborhood.

It's pouring rain but I still feel the fucking heat
Despite the rain, the intense atmosphere of violence and danger persists.

It′s always on when you're living in a war zone
Living in a neighborhood plagued by violence and crime is akin to being in a constant war.

You never fucking up if you′re gonna make it whole
In order to survive and thrive, you cannot make any mistakes or take missteps.

Light my blunt, take a toke and inhale the smoke
To cope with the stress and realities of my environment, I smoke marijuana and find solace in its effects.

Try not to choke, I'm slowly loading up the .44
I take caution not to choke on the smoke as I prepare my .44 caliber handgun for potential use.

Hit the door, times money up in this drug trade
I leave my location because time is valuable in the drug trade business.

Import and export, I'm hustling both ways
I am involved in both importing and exporting illegal substances, engaging in drug-related hustles in multiple directions.

The game is strange, it never changes, gotta pay your dues
The world of criminal activity is unpredictable and remains constant, always requiring individuals to fulfill their obligations and debts.

Cash rules, but view my status through my tattoos
Money is the ultimate currency, but my credibility and reputation can also be judged by the tattoos on my body.

A gangster′s life is full of fucked up pain and peer pressure
Living as a gangster involves enduring intense pain and being subjected to constant pressure from peers.

There′s no way out, this life or death, it's all [?] adventure
There is no escape from this lifestyle; it is a constant risk of life and death, an uncertain adventure.

Church bells and jail cells, living like a sinner
My reality consists of both hearing church bells and being locked up in jail cells, living a life of sin.

Ain′t no surrender for a killer or a drug dealer
Those involved in murder or drug dealing cannot surrender or give up because there is no forgiveness or mercy for them.

New Town that's where you′re bound to see the ugliest shit
In New Town, the area I am from, the most gruesome and appalling events often take place.

The SouthEast side homie, where it pays to be sick
In my neighborhood on the southeastern side, behaving in a mentally unstable or aggressive manner can provide advantages.

The home of home invasion, the city I was born and raised in
My city is notorious for incidents of home invasion, and it is where I was born and brought up.

No father so I grew up to be momma's hell raiser
Due to the absence of a father figure, I became a troublemaker and a source of turmoil for my mother.

Catching cases cause those racists can be plotting on the block
I find myself getting involved in criminal cases because racist individuals plan harmful actions against our community.

Wanna put me in a coffin, found me rolling with the Glock
There are people who want to kill me and would discover me carrying a Glock handgun.

And haters talking all the time, dry snitching on mine
Detractors and enemies are constantly gossiping and providing information about my activities to authorities.

Even be dying or crying, I tell you Bozo wasn't lying
Some individuals who speak ill of me may end up dead or regretful; Bozo's warning was accurate.

Hoodrats by the plate, must be crazy for that
Multiple promiscuous women are attracted to me, which may seem appealing but can lead to trouble.

Or when a snake is on our back
We face danger when an untrustworthy individual is in our midst.

These snakes don′t know how to act
These deceitful individuals cannot restrain their dishonest behaviors.

Big Grumps taught me that one and it stuck in my head
A person named Big Grumps taught me that lesson, and it deeply resonated with me.

They sent him back to the pen, there goes another good friend
He was sent back to prison, causing the loss of another valuable friendship.

Look how they did my homegirl Gee, little enemy too
I witnessed the mistreatment of my female friend, Gee, as well as the harming of a younger individual from our neighborhood.

Sniper, Cut, little Speedy, Bubble, hustling duke
I remember individuals named Sniper, Cut, little Speedy, and Bubble, who were all involved in hustling and illegal activities.

Big Dopes, little smiley, Casper, Chico and Drips
I recall the existence of individuals named Big Dopes, little smiley, Casper, Chico, and Drips.

Loco 51-50, big mugzy, Ghost and baset
There were also people known as Loco 51-50, big mugzy, Ghost, and baset.