The Realist

[Verse 1] This young kid around my way said he saw me spitting hard on The Deal Then he asked me was my life real I pinched myself like I think so I’m standing here breathing He said “Nah you don’t know what I’m meaning Did you ever get shot, stabbed, been to jail?” I said “Damn if I was dead or locked up in a cell, I’d be the man,” He said, “You need some murder in your marketing plan,” I laughed and said, “I have held a burner in my hand And froze the fuck up ‘cause I couldn’t understand Why God would give me power to put someone under land I get what you saying I used to be a fan But fake rappers lost their appeal, is my life real? I’m not sure block wars when I was younger I love my life to death Never starved, felt hunger, coulda swore around my way I wouldn’t make it through summer And as dumb as I think you are son, I was dumber That’s real [Verse 2] My father was there We lived on the 8th floor He would clean floors and bathrooms I made more Money out on the block than allowance Until I found out the powder in my pouch wasn’t flour I’m just playing I knew I wasn’t real not real like hard I was real like my Momma’s real job Is her life real? Waking up for work 45 years When all I do is make sure my words come out clear I had guns pointed at me but y’all missing the point I played the shooting guard, three but now I’m missing a point I need direction, ascension, I’m giving you joints Songs, records and music with an image that’s confusing They say he’s alright but he’s not real what if you real but you not alright How does that feel? Have I shot? Have I killed? Did I rob? Did I steal? Not to get a record deal Do I gotta walk around wit a game face all the time Or try to imitate The Game’s face when he rhymes? [Verse 3] That’s me I don’t think looking tough is tough I can’t front central booking was enough I’m straight I’m good Look, I can be real and be really out the hood If you could you would No legal income helped my self-endurance For six years big fears no health insurance I’m a Leo match wit Taurus’s and flirt with Gemini’s Turn Virgos to whores but got cancer on my mind That shit killed my pops My fam says get a job, my fans won’t let me stop My music is not the hardest but it’s me and I’m an artist I lived, I cried, I hurt I’mma die The kid looked in my eyes said, “Motherfucker damn I just wanted to know if I should buy your album or Cam’s I’m downloading yours nigga you be kicking knowledge Real niggas don’t be finishing college,” I said that’s real talk