Gotta hold on, even though it gets harder, what can we do? (Can we do?)/ We gotta be strong and trust in our father, be there for you (For you...)/ We gotta hold on, even though it gets harder, what can we do? (Can we do?)/ We gotta be strong and trust in our father, be there for you (For you...)
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
I wonder if this could really be my (Be my), my (My) real (Real) life (Life)/ I pray and I pray to God that it's not, that this is not my real life/ I wonder if this could really be my (Be my), my (My) real (Real) life (Life)/ I pray and I pray to God that it's not, that this is not my real life
-Krayzie Bone-
When I wake up in the morning, it's just like I went to sleep and started dreamin/ Started seein all them demons, schemin, man they really been gettin at me/ How they had to chase some paper like it ain't no tomorrow/ Pursuin bitches, keep me trippin from all this pain and sorrow/ I was lost in my way/ And I'm spendin too much of my time tryna get out/ It was dark in my days, not too far from my grave/ The only thing that could save me, The Creator that made me, God, so I pray (Would you pray?) Why are we livin in the world so cruel?/ And for' I really couldn't see it from my world of youth/ Now I do/ And I'm no one to save the real life (Real life)/ Cause I've been kickin it and livin in dismay/ But it don't feel right/ It feel like, I be stuck in a dream/ I'm havin a nightmare, driftin, grippin my blunt like a fiend/ It's time to wake up and smell the paradise and not be paralyzed/ Just thinkin that this my life, got me terrorized
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-Keef G-
It can't be/ Somebody tell me somethin for' I pass out/ Feelin assed out, in a seven deuce glass house/ Every dirty day is hardtimes, what we creep about? God'll make a way, find some business I could be about/ Workin odd jobs, see I'm tryna make a snack/ Keep the boss off my back, take a break, smoke a sack/ Dog, this can't be me/ Livin life, check to check/ Seems (?) in the season, keep a nigga in debt/ Wakin up in a sweat/ Another day, I'm still here/ Feelin useless like the shoes of a nigga in a wheelchair/ Lookin at my peoples since we lost our way/ Government full of lies, tryna lead us astray/ Who are our leaders today? Who are our teachers today?/ We need some welfare, designated places to stay/ For us poor black folk, will Jesus hurry up and save us?/ As we search for real life through your scriptures and pages, uh
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-Kaymont-
Yo, it's a very thin line between a thug and a fake/ Little homie, he got it twisted thinkin dimes is wake/ I'm from the Brix where there's a stolen car, everytime you look up/ Nice to the white, but even better once you cook up/ I rock them stones to make a model wanna look up/ Pack that heat that'll leave ya whole body shook up/ Cause everybody wanna be Big or Pac/ Al Bo or Scarface, man yall need to stop/ You ain't a gangsta, because you cop a Navigator/ Softer then a Now & Later on the radiator/ I get so sick you could call me Dough Boy/ O boy, you know I still gets the dough boy/ And do it big and watch the bread stack up/ While I'm spittin 16, or I'm T-packed up/ God Bless our Soldiers in Iraq, it's survival of the fittest/ The Tsunami was tragic, but the Lord is still wit us (Yea...)