Wishing I Was A Gangsta

Intro

Keep it rolling, keep it rolling...

I’m a little bit tired of the 9-to-5

Trying to keep this dream alive

But I look in the mirror and what do I see?

Just a regular guy, not a G.

Chorus

I wish I was a gangsta, I wish I was a baller

I wish I owned a Minnesota Daycare, I think I know the governor I should call her

I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat

And a six-four Impala

I wish I was a gangsta, I wish I was a baller

I wish I owned a Minnesota Daycare, I think I know the governor I should call her

Verse

Now, I’m walking down the street in my sensible shoes

Checking out the headlines, reading the news

I want a mansion or a gold-plated sink

I want a franchise where the juice boxes clink

I'm talking Twin Cities, St. Paul to Duluth

Providing early childhood education, that's the truth

I'd have the cubbies lined up, the carpets all clean

The most dis-respected business owner that you ever seen

But instead I’m just standing on the corner of the block

Looking at my digital, non-waterproof watch.

Chorus

I wish I was a gangsta, I wish I was a baller

I wish I owned a Minnesota Daycare, I think I know the governor I should call her

I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat

And a six-four Impala

I wish I was a gangsta, I wish I was a baller

I wish I owned a Minnesota Daycare, I think I know the governor I should call her

Verse

If I had the Governor, yeah, she’d be on speed dial

We’d discuss the grants and make it all worthwhile

I’d say, "Look, Gov, we need more finger paint"

She’d say, "Skee, you’re a legend, and the others—they ain’t"

I’d have a playground with the high-grade mulch

Not this life of living in a cultural gulch

I’d be the King of Naptime, the Sultan of Snacks

While everyone else is just paying their tax.

Bridge

I wish, I wish, I wish...

Give me a sandbox, give me a slide

Give me a minivan with some room inside

I need the glitz, I need the glamour

Just a Minnesota permit and a little toy hammer.

Outro

Yeah... it’s tough out here.

The kids are screaming, but the dream is screaming louder.

From Minneapolis with love.

Can someone pass the graham crackers?