Real Talk

Beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success,

this for all my niggas who got less than the rest, is you breathing,

then my nigga you blessed, I know its hard, paying bills, but not many checks,

selling unmentionables, R.I.P to my homies who forever rest,

In the boxed chest,

carrying the treasure from our hood, Everyone dies, I'd stop it if I could,

Them knights was selling suge, but in the words of biggie smalls Its all good,

if popping guns only way to peace, I guess I would,

I said if that's the only way, not saying y'all should,

Seeing the ones you love buried in wood,

Hope I don't die yet, Man I've been good, Because of sin they're fenced in,

They say we gained freedom through emacipation.

But I feel like we stuck in the same placement. We got lucky and got to see places.

While some of my brothers don't even have a basement,

Wayne said he make these hoes love him like Satan,

and you wonder why we still have racial discrimination,

for fake niggas I have no patience, Fake niggas mad, They snakes in the grass,

They try and catch me but I just pass,

Heart beating fast tell me I'm alive but not on the inside,

touch people's heart like before,

tired of living wit demons cuz the always inviting more,

I kinda hate my life, but you love yours, you Prolly got it easy,

ain't a life Prolly better than yours, Hard times with the people I love,

Ask for strength from the Lord up above, I don't pray much,

Living life in contant fear of death, almost had enough, its rough, it's tough,

But I have a future, I can feel it in my gut