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Published on Dec 25, 2012
Wild Soul - Something Like A Mixtape David Wade [lyrics below] www.davidwade.bandcamp.com
David Wade @davidwadetv featuring Jasmine Tate @jasminetatertot x Alexander Catedral @justaplanekid
Director/ First Camera/ Editor Margaret Thompson @megannet Second Camera Alexander Catedral
Limelight was hindsight, I had to get my mind right/ Young'n coming out of the darkness like white flight// Sometimes life's like a slugfest or fight night/ Born with big knuckles and a heart full of dynamite// Boom to the shaka laka, boy I'll Doc. Ock ya/ Used to take they girlfriends and they grandmamas// Now I sacrifice myself, pulling down the pillars/ Man its all coming down, I'm a whole new sound// I'm a whole new round, Tommy gun goes the drum/ But I'm more Balboa, that's my bro, y'all dumb// If you think a bit of distance ever separate our hearts/ He's just fathering his son, I'ma put us on the charts// And if I never make it, at least you got blessed/ I think I'll plant a church in Tokyo with Kan West// I'm hardly ever dressed on the beat I'm so naked/ New birth, love quest, street life, old pavement//
I was a wild, wild, wild soul/ Starting up fires nobody knows//
Once in a blue moon I start to reminisce/ About my fantasies of fine females and poppin Cris// I remember the apocalypse, love that unlocked my wrist/ Purpose I was placed here for when pushed from momma's hips// Yeah, and I swear I'll lead you on some trips/ People saying I was cray, now I'm on my Paris tip// Fish fileting these Americans/ Rappers mere actors, Hiroshima, Mon Amor// My repertoire is weapons drawn, banging on ya doors/ Iwo Jima wish a rapper from the East would (Wood) soar// So I turn Clint on like Monica/ Trade a Fistful of Dollars for a harmonica// I'm just playing, I don't event think I know what I'm saying/ It was something bout a flagship and letting the saints in// They win, everything about me unprecedented/ I only serve one, no senate// authentic
I pray my posterity inherits posterity/ Hands like lightning and a heart full of charity// Any time they mind cloudy wisdom give 'em clarity/ Control the storm inside like Halle Berry// I pray they not Pharisees and never sleep with pigs/ Know the Father's love from when they was little kids// Look into your eyes, realize possibilities are endless/ I pray they wear your love like a necklace// Help me steward like Little, help me love like Brad/ The greatest dream I have's to be a good dad// Rejoice and be glad on the day when I hold my first son/ Like Mufasa did to Simba in the sun// And if I have a daughter, I flower in full bloom/ I pray we having tea time Sunday afternoons// More sugar than spoons, protect her from the goons/ Nap-time, story-time, Saturday cartoons//