What's Real?

What’s Real
Verse 1.
Its breaks down like chemical compounds the ghetto thought you’d get through it that dirt’s from the cemetery in ya veins embalming fluid like my man said on the corner the blocks on fire smoldering the fiends are older than souls are growing colder man abandoned baby’s cry louder despair in welfare care ya cuz in a group home ran away caught two in the dome with you his spirit roams you paid homage tat his name across ya neck still hear the shots the sound of wreck you hear his voice in ya nightmares can’t run face ya fears sound bites get out the streets gotta hustle shorties need eats.
Chorus.
What’s real the bling the tour chips whips appeal is that real ya hood rich the records the deal what’s real the dues the climb the fame rhymes the zeal is that real do ya know what’s real I don’t think you do.
Verse 2.
You think you’re star quality while ya spirits eternally evolving revolving ghetto probs need solving ya karma gets logged in with heavenly blogging shorty’s die often irresponsible lyrics like coffins we all feel the pain break some bread with your fame labels like capitalist press you to make hits no matter its fantasy these pretend to be selling dreams of felonies pay styles and storytelling I know ya pockets is swelling but kids need optimism no probation stay out of prison I have a arisen break ya out of ya prism of materialism sins been forgiven
Chorus repeat
All that flossing all that blinging it’s just a show oh I thought you should know
Chorus out.