Artist: Drapetomania (Gen Pop & Big Walt) Album: Drapetomania Song: Northernplayalisticcadillacmuzik Typed by: Kyle Hunter/Bandcamp [Walt] Southfield born, Northville raised till I was 2 Seven Mile, only remember the living room 1st Christmas, I got a toy schoolhouse Government cheese, but love I never went without '92, Dad's like "we need a different route" Settled in the Ingham County land with the kid and spouse Deep down, I knew I was of the city Not meant for what the town wanted to give me Never on the same page as the neighbors 5 acres of imagination to play in School problems, won't get into it now But I needed to find my own road to the clouds Age 12 at LCC I found Rap in the computer lab, headphones vibing out Expressed what I saw in the lyrics Knew my environment cuz I was never really in it I noticed that the stories in the songs Were being played out where I lived, I came upon the truth That the same battle lives in the hood As the souls of white trash kids deep in the woods I watched Meth hit the county like Crack Friends moms turn to fiends, they ain't never coming back Meth hit the county like Crack Friends moms turn to fiends, they ain't never coming back [Chorus] Northernplayalisticcadillac shit Hands in the sky like you reaching for the last cent I reminisce on decisions I made And those made for me The same stories. [GP] Rolling shotgun through my city you can see the stories unfold Former pot of gold got exposed, jobs bought & sold My forefathers chose the Motor City-scape to find a home Riots branded down the divides that white flight condoned I came into this world an Ypsilanti resident Child of the very sin I've wrestled with ever since Nevertheless my parents stuck it out a couple years And even after the divorce, they made it clear the love was near Coming up I had an appetite for books Velvet portraits of the lions at my aunt's had me shook, when I'd visit cousins on the East side of the D Till my mom remarried and we moved there in '93 Stepfather was a cop and got shot before we had a chance to unpack 6 months gone to return back Went to school in the Deuce and formed bonds across color lines Subdivision chilling in the summertime The Clinton era had the middle class stacking bills Soon enough we got that invitation sent from Jack & Jill A breeding ground for the upwardly mobile black elites Where the Talented 10th kids could meet My stint was brief, and all I really learned was code switching Had slang on deck ready for tone switching Junior high I'm eating lunch at the "black table" To this day we still wear the scars of imagined labels Junior high I'm eating lunch at the "black table" To this day we still wear the scars of imagined labels [Chorus]