The Realist Left

Hood full of trauma I put that on my momma We thought things Would change when we Elected Obama Lamborghini dream while I Was pushing the Honda My family still poor I don't need no reminder Don't call me bout no drama Only bout a comma and I don't Feel safe in my hood Without the lama Yea this shit deep, look Summer time in the D How a nigga like me End up on crime in the D In this rap shit timing is key Got me feeling Like the man with All this designer on me But we done felt All the pain Which left a stain niggas shot At my car man It could've hit my brain I told my niggas Load them choppa We bout to take aim But what would that solve If I trying to promote change We got enough niggas In the system R.I.P my brother Swear to God that I miss him I told him Get his rest Shed a tear and then I kissed him But if I really love you We can work out of issues But do you really Rock with me cuz I'm beneficial Don't get it twisted I alway been official These the type of rhymes That make you grab a tissue And tell your family That you really love 'em And you miss 'em Yea you know it's like The real is really gone Fake still here I'm praying to up God That I make it next year Yea you know it like The real is really gone Fake is still here I'm praying up to God That I make it next year Cuz Ive seen some thing that I rather not speak about Life is to short You better speak it out I call my pops about my shooting He was freaking out Looking down at my leg Hope it ain't leaking out Different lane different route My rhymes got a different cloud I've done fell out with some people I rather not speak about I tell my family I love them every time I'm leaving out Cuz them holidays They don't feel the Same no more And that liquor and weed It don't heal the pain no more Me and cuz we was walking Through the same old door In the latest fashion Copping from the same old store We wasn't rich we wasn't poor We was just some young niggas That really wanted more This mental health shit Man it like a war I rather get an assist To see my niggas score fareal Yea you know It's like The real is really gone fake Still here I'm praying up to God That I make it next year Yea you know It's like The real is really gone fake Still here I'm praying up to God That I make it next year