Shyan Selah - Story of a Lil Boy

I just really want to take this time right now (yeah) to speak directly to you.
Lady sit down, I have some things to get off my chest (that’s right). See I know we’ve been in this relationship doing our thing and everything like that (uh huh) and it’s no offense to your sensitivities but I got to let you know where I’m coming from (that’s real). You know I grew up the way I grew up, I carry the baggage that I carry. In order for this thing to go any further it’s gotta be real (right). So I need to announce how I’m feeling (talk to em). Look…

Yeah yo



This is the last time I’ma give you a chance
The black Patrick Swayze let you feel my dirty dance
And with the way I work, I’m hot, need 30 fans
Ain’t nothing clean on the street I got dirty hands
This just my circumstance, and I ain’t filled with hate
Take off my clothes, hit the shower to remove the taste
I got a case of the blues so the blues is my case
Towel off, hit the sheets with my poker face
Holding your hips like a holster sleeve’s on my waist
You kiss my tattoos asking what’s this gonna take
But I’m an N-I-C-K-A for real
Raised on Marvin Gaye, Kook-Aid and late bills
Ghetto rebel urban inner city man of steel
And tonight I’m tryna holla, get a bite and chill
So baby sit still, some things is on my mind
I’m having nightmares, can’t sleep and need some time



This is a little bit about a lil boy
Who grew up to be a hustla
He would never quit, ghetto bad boy (you know how we do on the streets)
Just the ways of a hustla
Through all my life and through all the craziness
Still gonna get it boy
And through all the drama and through all the shadiness
The god still gonna get it boy



I’ve been thinking about the childhood that I never had
Mama at work and Old English talking to my dad
I got some inner demons, tryna release some stress
Compete to my death, exhale on my last breath
So I’ma pimp stroll till I take my last step
I’m spit flow till I’m told my last yes
This ain’t got nothing to do with me and you
Let’s hit the sack so I can put some more me in you
I need to ease some pain, get me some feeling good
I’m having visions of my dead homes in the hood
If I could I would take away my misery
But it’s hard when my pain is trapped in my history
So look Mrs. Me you gonna need to have some patience
I’m giving you true rhythm and blues conversations
And I’ma holla anytime I get around some hatin’
With God as my witness the boy here gone stay flagrant



This is a little bit about a lil boy (this your boy yeah)
Who grew up to be a hustla (uh)
He would never quit, ghetto bad boy (you know how it go on the streets, get it)
Just the ways of a hustla
Through all my life and through all the craziness
Still gonna get it boy
And through all the drama and through all shadiness
The god still gonna get it boy



And I’m a poster child for every chick on a poster
They say I’m sick cause I’m honest and a black man ain’t supposed to
Tell nothing but lies or ever spit the truth
But that ain’t me I’ve been a man since my early youth
And I’m a hustla I got nothing for this world but loot
I’ve been that way since the first time I lost a tooth (that’s real)
Ain’t no fairy came to exchange or leave some change
Under my pillow was just a mattress and a lot of pain
I got a lot of game from a lot of problems
Ain’t no shame, two daughters and two babies mamas
And there’s been crazy drama but that ain’t nothing new
Cause I embody the meaning of the word kool
And that’s with a K cause I like doing things different
My whole life I’ve been a hardheaded independent
That’s why I ran with gangsters, pimps, and men that know God
Sincerely yours, Shyan Selah, uh



This is a little bit about a lil boy (uh uh)
Who grew up to be a hustla
He would never quit, ghetto bad boy (you know how it go on the streets, talk to em)
Just the ways of a hustla
Through all my life and through all the craziness
Still gonna get it boy
And through all the drama and through all shadiness
The god still gonna get it boy



It’s another one
Anytime ya’ll feeling fine push rewind on the track
Play this back
It’s your boy
Shyan the God Selah
Brave New World for life
Coming off the north coast of the world
One love

Written by:
SHYAN SELAH

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