Текст песни Realism - Graphene

Hood dreams up on shooting stars chasing money
Cops and the opps outside they steady gunning
And end of the day all my niggas be steady running
Toward a sack all cuz we came from nothing
It's always 2 sides
Getting yours well I gotta get mine
Coming from where it's do or you die
You either bang or you slide
In the field only the strongest survive
Keep forks and knives or get eaten alive
It's up to you to decide
What you gone make it happen with
Hard to know what's real and which rhymes niggas be capping in
And how you really feel cuz now everyone here is Kaepernick
Everyone's an activist
Everyone sipping actavis
When we both know
Nigga none of that shit be happening
Trynna bring some style to the game
Niggas be cramping it
Scared they won't view you the same
Nobody tapping in
Could be a champion but remembered like John Paxson is
For One shot
Life when you fail to be Mike
Broken pride all that's left when you trynna be right
In the eyes of the masses craving fame and the hype
Yo third cousin Facebook comment got you feeling alright
This what we living for
Addicted to the lime and the light
And all the movies and the brands
Monetizing the plight
Fuck
And mobilizing the fright
See sons killed but they worried bout us rising at night
It's blinding they sight

(Hold on let it breathe)
It's blinding they sight
See sons killed but they worried about us rising at night
It's blinding they sight

Got something heavy on my heart
Hear me
Nah feel me
Lately I been Feeling like every day is memorial
God take his soldiers out the game before Tutorial
No last dance we got legends missing the choreo
Leaving us with puddles of tears in dormitorios
Like
Why the fuck it had to be him
God I know you need him but what about his BMs
And what about his kids who won't ever get to see him
Death must be racist take my niggas in the PM
Fuck
Live for mornings where I ain't hearing
News that another one gone and that we nearing
Another funeral but don't recognize the appearance
Of the fallen one laying in casket with eyes leering
From his closest peers and family they all tearing
Up damn dawg this exactly what I was fearing
When I left the hood my brothers there disappearing
Like why couldn't Jesus take control of the steering
And shit
Just grab the wheel
Keep getting death sentences niggas cannot appeal
Leaving wounded souls that only a God can heal
And leaving holes in hearts that only our tribe can feel yea
And now my only thought is why
Instead of on this earth you made his place up in the sky
Long live Skino one of the realist in my eyes
And from now on it's Dre day every 4th of july
Fuck