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REALNESS
See, I can't rap about iced out medallions and Bently's...
But I can talk about Timberland and taxis'...
And all public transportation...
Police squad cars,
Cause I've been harassed on many occasions...
Many of "maybe's",
Abducted in abortions,
Now the sources of hatred...
First name, "Crack..."
Last name, "Baby..."
Father less...
Mom's best sex -
Fucked by a crack fiend's dick that chose not to nut on her chest...
Thirteen, and as a result of her fiend's untimely nut...
Her period's late...And no one's debating the choices she has to make,
So nine months later she's birthing a mistake...
And I can't even take a piss without reciting the rules to this
game...
Cause as a "hard head" I've been learned the prices of fame...
That's why I stay broke,
And stay low
You should know my sty-lo - solo...
My social ability is anti...
And herb I don't smoke,
But as a fiend for life I stay high...
I can never say I never made the same mistake twice -
Burnt twice -
Now three times a nigga's dick in the cunt
Of the sister of my son's Moms,
When a couple of months prior I asked her to be my wife...
Now that's trife...
And I aint got to lie about my life no more...
I'm putting it all on the table...
Speaking on my life under oath -
Cooped up in a prayer's booth,
Confessing my truths to a Pastor who's only acting to be of God,
With two outside childern -
Married,
But still fucking his babies' Mom...
I'm talking realness...
That shit that rappers are scared to talk about
So they hide behind their shine and bling...
And the things their money buys by the millions,
Cause their pride shys away from the reality of crack children...
I see alley ways of black children
Asking, "where's the love?"
And "Tip-drill" was created for masturbaters and strip clubs...
But who am I to say what's not real Hip Hop...
I remember when I used to love her
Like Common,
But now my sense has cents a change...
Cause I was born with no dollars in a game
That defines you by the amount of change in your pockets...
And bank account...
And now child support got me faithfully supporting affirmative action...
Not a black thing; just a broke thing...
The ignorance of crack sells got me black & mild smoking...
Crown on the rocks drinking -
Choking on this realness...
I'm thinking -
You think it's all about fast cash,
Big booty bitches giving up the ass fast...
Fast cars, but naww...
That's the lifestlye of a dumb nigga...
And I can't front...
I want to live dumb nigga,
Cause the funds look better when the zeros is written in six figures...
So it's the money I want nigga;
Yet I'm still living bummy -
Stuck in the ghettyo dead broke...
Trying to turn these tragedies into something funny nigga...
And I figure at the age of twenty five
I'll talk to God again...
Cause that 25th span of life is a milestone for us black men...
And it seems I can't stop sinning -
It's my gift and my curse...
In a world where whore houses is a sanctuary and church...
And my heart hurts from this realness,
But it's real,
So either get killed with it, or deal with it...
But still, either way we're all filled with it
23 years of age and plagued with homelessness...
May God bless this child whose roaming the streets,
Without a crumb to eat...
Slangin' dick to twain - in exchange for a place to sleep...
And it's sick that a nigga have to live this way,
But if it wasn't for my cock I wouldn't have a place to stay,
Or even a pot to piss in...
A window to throw it out...
My mouth's been shut - in exchange for wide eyes,
But my cries pile too high, and become too much
For me to see the truth within the lies...
For miles I've wandered...
Ponder-ing on wandered thoughts...
I walk with a limp and talk the way that a bomb talks...
This is realness - my life in a nut shell...
A compliment to me is that I'm rich and I fuck well...
And hell... who am I to lie?
If wasn't for money & pussy I probably would care less if I die
So, why live your life in shoes to small to fit your feet...
Walk your own walk nigga,
And be real with who you see...
In the reflection of your minstrel mirror...
'Cause some day or another that reflection's goin' get clearer
So this is my realness
All criticism I can take it...
But like the homie Pac said,
"Don't blame me... I was given this world, I didn't make it."
Tha Prodigal One...
