Reality

DustySkidz

This is the first 8 bars for a tune I'm writing.

Re-al-ity, picture the truth, let's begin,
If you ain't got the proof, how the f'uck you gonna win?
Is it a sin? It ain't in your eyes, but it is in mine,
State what is real, c'mon, don't blur the lines

You genuine? Nah playboy, I-don't-think-so,
Reality in your rhymes? Nah, I-don't-think-so
I don't think so, I've sure had enough of repeating myself,
So I'll say it once more, fakin's bad for your health

The hand that you're dealt is the hand you should play,
Man I can't understand all these suckers today,
Rappin' bout guns and knives and bout how they gonna murder ya,
9 times out of 10 they fakin and they live in suburbia

I don't believe one word from ya, I bet when I come to your ends,
Pull up to your house, ain't no Mercedes Benz,
Ain't no thugged out friends, just a punked out b'itch,
Reality's the key, so you is best advised to switch