When you slip into reality
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Hoes wanna straddle me
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Playa haters wanna battle me
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But I shed em all like calories
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Prophecy preacher
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Lend your ear and I'll reach ya
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And if your willing to be taught I'ma teach ya
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I'm not a people person
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Truth is I can't stand too many people
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So many fake the funk and perpetrate and call me evil
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But evil is a harsh word.
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Tell the mockingbird that I said it
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A man of my word I won't regret it
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If I let it get to me like it get to them I'm no better.
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The same message over and over with different sender
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Playa hatin is an art of a scandalous and shabby person
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Some do it oh so well
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I'll be damned if they don't rehearse it.
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Disperse it to people like me and you everyday
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And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away
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And now I pray for an end to the madness
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No more sadness shall fall to my people
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That preside to be the baddest
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And all that they do and say
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But overshadowed by a cloud turnin night to day
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It's so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away
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If you chose to
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You even supposed to watch the ones you close too
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Now that's insane
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Tell me will it change
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I'm confused, not a thing to lose
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This shit is far from positive
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And saddens like the booze
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Payin dues ain't the only part of duties
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That bestowedto the chosen
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Spittin lyrics in the microphone
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And dodgin playa haters till my temple hit the ceiling
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And this how they got a nigga feeling
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I done fell into reality
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My renditions of reality
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Call it bad or good,wrong or right
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Believe in me
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Believe in me and I'll believe in you
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One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks
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I'm feeling so sick, one of my dawgs passed and shit
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I'm feelin like killin em all
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But what's that solve?
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He still gonna be dead in the morning, why take the fall
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Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst
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Instead of a Chevys
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My homie's rollin in the back of a hearse.
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You know it's worse
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It's too hard to cope with some days
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Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a daze
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Comatose, completely tore up
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Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up
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I'm bout to blow up
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In a rage
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I need to talk, nobody wanna listen
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On the corner, murder mindstate condition
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Overload
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Pull the trigger
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Stress got the best of suicide
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Pour out some liquor
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Another grave digga gets paid
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Digging a grave for senseless ways.
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Keep to ourself and stay paid
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All of my dawgs can't die,
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I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high
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I'm never gonna lie I got love for my peoples
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Dead or Alive
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Or we can smoke out in the ride in my memory
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Yeah
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Reality is just a fragment
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A fragment of our souls
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My eyes are closed
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My head is spinnin
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My head is spinnin
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I don't know.
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This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down rydas
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Keep it in your clique, fuck the Outsiders
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People hatin' on everything and everything's the same
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Everybody is a player and life is a silly game
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It's a damn shame daddy died eleven years today.
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I wonder if he know I'm doin' straight
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Could you tell him something
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If you see my pops before I do
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Let him know that he's remembered by my crew
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And everyday in my mind, any place, any time
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Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign
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I walk around, nobody knows what I do
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Sealing fates and date rapes
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As my body transcends through this portal of life
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Smokin blunts, wrongin my rights
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I live for the night
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Because I melt in the light
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Completely out of sight
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For facts so unknown
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So grotesque never stated on microphones
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So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick
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Everybody got a problem with somethin
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Well you can bet
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I'll be the last one
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More like the last dragon of sorts
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To ever let this world contort their way of thinking
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It's so essential it gives us all the potential
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To take over the world, in our mentals
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If I can't live my life the way I wanna live my life
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Then why can't I die.
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Why can't I die
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My renditions of reality
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Bad or good, wrong or right
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Yeah (Reality is a fragment inside my soul)
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Believe in me (My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know
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(It's just reality, bad or good, wrong or right
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Believe in me and I'll believe |