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Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life
In The Youth
These are the streets
Sh*t is real out here
This ain't no f**kin joke
I lived in a spot called Millbrooke Projects
The original Criminal Minded rap topic
With twenty cents in my pocket I saw the light
If you're young gifted and black
You got no rights
Your only true right is a right to a fight
And not a fair fight
I wake up wonderin who died last night
Everyone and everything is at war
Makin my poetic expression hardcore
I ain't afraid to say it
And many can't get with it
At times in my life
I was a welfare recipient
I ate the free cheese
While the church said believe
And went to school everyday
Like a god damn fool
Well anyway here I am
Chillin at the party
Brothers lookin at me like they wanna kill somebody
A cypher manifested in the center of the jam
I got to show these wack rappers really who I am
It's me against them
So I clear the phlegm
And wage the war hardcore to the end
For someone lookin inside
Yeah from the out
It seems like disrespect is what rap is all about
But hip-hop as a culture
Is really what we give it
But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it
Cause every black kid lives two and three lives
The city's a jungle
Only the strong will survive
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth
Every single day I hear lie after lie
Like Black people don't die
We multiply
So when I kick a rhyme I represent how I feel
The sacred street art of keepin it real
Why I gotta listen to somebody else
How they got wealth let me talk about myself
But all I really got is hip-hop and a glock
The results are obvious
If I'm confined to my block
Occasionally in the city I'm released
To meet other beasts lookin for the feast
We grunt and growl on the prowl
As the air gets thinner
Yo yo there he go him there's the dinner
White meat carryin a bag of some sort
Life is short white meat is quickly caught
A scuffle a muffle yet none of us hesitated
Like Mother Africa white meat is violated
We quickly dissapear like Santa's little elves
And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves
We say peace/piece cause that's what we really want
A piece of the pie that America flaunts
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth
Oh sh*t
The truth is that police must serve and protect
REALITY is black youth is shown no respect
The truth is government has a war against ***
REALITY is government is ruled by thugs
With all this technology
Above and under
Humanity still hunts down one another
Rappers display artistic cannibalism
Through lyricism
We fight each other over rhythm
Through basic animal instincts we think
So the battle for mental territory is glory
End of story
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life
In The Youth
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes Equal Actual Life
In The Youth
Yeah
These are the streets
Sh*t is real out here
This ain't no f**kin joke