Lyrics Reality - Fat Pat , H.A.W.K.

Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It's getting hard to hold on
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It's getting hard to hold on

One thing for sure gotta get my smoke on
Pop trunk gone like we crawling down on chrome
Been dragged through society for 26 years
Seen my ghetto peers locked, mama shed so many tears
Highway to hell will it ever end for a brother
System got us killing each other, suppose to love one another
The game got our minds in a headlock
But in reality we working for a jail block
Will it ever stop, I mean the game
Revolving doors, escalator when it pours it rain
And there's no limit to life so you gotta keep teaching
Practice what you're preaching young minds that you're reaching
To be above the rest is the quest that you strive for
Plus you gotta realize material shit ain't nothing to die for
But I lie for my niggas that's gonna lie for me
And ride down on our so-called enemy
Ain't no kin to me, but I intend to see
Brighter days where I'm headed everything copacetic
Big Benz super-litted as I smash off see
Fat cat on the bass, that's the way it gotta be
Try to see a different level of the game for sure
Ain't too old to learn so I gotta listen you know
What I'm saying, try to feel me cause I'm singing the blues
Every morning waking up see myself on the news

Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It's getting hard to hold on
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It's getting hard to hold on

High mind blown drifting off into space
Wondering will there ever be a day when there's no hate
But it's too late because the system is corrupt
Young kids growing up with they minds fucked up
Stuck up in the ghetto with no place to go
Trying to provide for the family but it's slow
And shit be a trip will we ever prevail
Trying to keep the family fed they taking us to jail
Living hell on earth, that's what it is
But it goes back to when our parents were kids
We are just a new seed or a different breed
Going into the future at a high rate of speed
Shall I proceed jealousy and envy and greed
All them haters need is a push and they'll be hiding in your bush
Trying to take what you got that mean another brother shot
Devastating schemes and plots, my people mean a lot
No doubt we got problems but we gotta bump hard
Pray to the Lord keep our head straight above the sod
Time repeats itself so you gotta put it down
Roll over roll blunts and put the past behind
And try to maintain and capitalize on the game
And get your paper 'fore your fame and represent this thing
You know what I'm saying

Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It's getting hard to hold on
Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It's getting hard to hold on