paroles de chanson Back to Reality - Tragedy
I
know
you're
dreamin,
dreamin
you
could
take
me
out
But
just
think,
cause
that's
somethin
to
think
about
I'm
Trag,
so
don't
think
you
could
take
me
out
Start
thinkin,
before
you
put
your
foot
in
your
mouth
Cause
I'm
not
the
one
to
be
slept
upon
My
rap
is
smooth
and
a
step
beyond
But
it
took
a
little
time
for
the
skill
to
grow
And
it
took
a
lotta
time
for
my
thoughts
to
flow
I
wanna
tell
you
a
story,
so
sit
and
wait
Gonna
take
you
to
a
time
when
I
wasn't
so
great
When
I
used
to
run
the
street
with
miss-matched
socks
And
the
summer
of
1984
was
hot
The
jams
in
the
park
were
really
dope
And
the
girls
on
the
block
were
playin
jump
rope
But
I
couldn't
hang
out
with
the
guys
who
hung
Cause
my
mother
always
told
me
I
was
just
too
young
But
she
couldn't
understand
what
it
meant
to
me
That
the
parties
in
the
park
is
where
I
had
to
be
But
way
back
then
I
couldn't
see
-
Back
to
reality
She
would
always
disapprove,
but
I
didn't
care
Cause
if
a
jam
was
in
the
park
I
just
had
to
be
there
She
would
send
me
to
my
room,
and
then
lock
the
door
But
it
really
didn't
matter,
cause
I
lived
on
the
first
floor
I
thought
about
the
girls
I
couldn't
wait
to
meet
So
I
jumped
out
the
window,
then
I
hit
the
street
When
the
music
started
pumpin,
everybody
got
up
The
Vernon
Posse
had
the
dancefloor
all
sowed
up
That's
when
I
thought
partyin
was
all
about
Despite
a
few
fights
and
a
few
shoot-outs
Everybody
kept
partyin
without
a
care
You
had
to
have
fun,
cause
it
was
in
the
air
>From
blocks
away
you
could
hear
them
shout
And
it
got
real
hype
until
the
power
went
out
It
only
lasted
for
a
minute,
but
ist
felt
so
long
Till
the
deejay
got
up
and
put
the
power
back
on
Everybody
kept
dancin
to
the
record's
groove
So
I
pushed
up
on
a
cutie,
and
we
started
to
move
It
felt
too
good
to
be
true
to
me
-
Back
to
reality
My
eyes
were
mesmerized
by
the
DJ's
cuts
And
I
knew
later
on
I
would
have
a
sore
butt
So
I
sat
and
thought
what
the
beatin
would
be
like
But
I
would
take
seven
beatings
just
to
get
on
the
mic
See,
unlike
other
kids,
I
wasn't
athletic
But
as
I
grew,
I
realized
I
was
poetic
When
other
kids
would
wanna
play
with
their
friends
I
would
rather
sit
day-dreamin
about
my
Benz
With
the
(diamond
in
the
back)
and
the
(sunroof
top)
As
I
(diggin
the
scene
with
a
gangster
lean)
Yeah,
that
would
be
me
-
Back
to
reality
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