DESCRIPTION:
A song I wrote when I was 19, but took me 2 years to finally put it out & idk why.... Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies THE SONG.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Quit looking for the truth because it's right in your ear,
Quit looking for yourself, baby its right in the mirror,
There ain't a man that I fear so tell me why is there gangsters?
But I don't know how you was raised, so how could I blame you?
& it ain't my dream to be famous, But shit it'd help pay the bills,
It'd also save this rap game & get turned on to real,
Cause half these cats with a deal gotta front to put on an image,
Cause they know if they didn't then wouldn't nobody listen,
I know that money's the mission & shit i'm all about that,
But if you here to tell lies, then get the fuck out of rap,
I'm coming straight out the Nap & Indiana my state,
And when I shake up with my bros, I always tell them "be safe",
Cause it ain't no telling now days, when it is Im'a see them again,
They got my bro for some bull, got him doin 6 in the pin,
& im out here yelling "Free Tigg!" My f*ckin bro to the end,
& im sick of holding sh*t in, so here's the truth, soak it in.

Verse 2:

The date is March 12th, 1998,
Im coming home from school just like any other day,
Me & John hop off the bus & walk up to the door,
My house is full of people & tears is hitting the floor,
Mommy what you crying for? Her eyes so wet & red,
She looks me in my eyes & says "Your Daddy's dead",
"No he's not! Thats a lie! Thats my Daddy he can't die!
I just saw him! He's alive! He said today we was gonna fly!"
I couldn't do nothing but cry & try to catch my breath,
I ran up to my room & tied a rope around my neck,
I was young & new to death; only in the 2nd grade,
Now I'm 19, & still I'm thinking about it everyday,
It changed my life in everyday; it made me who I am,
Growing stronger everyday, from a boy into a man,
Right before you, here i stand; out your speakers spitting truth,
If I can make it so can you, take a look, I'm living proof.

Verse 3:

You see some people think they know me & take me for a b*tch,
Thinkin cause where I was raised, that I won't bust they sh*t,
How crazy can I get, when it comes to things I love?
& I ain't tryna sound hard, but I'm hoping you don't test your luck,
Don't need a gun but I got one, don't need these hoes but I got some,
Don't need no friends & I got none, just got bro's that got love,
I got drugs, I sell weed, & i never used to do it,
But making money is my second passion next to music,
You name it, I've been through it, but i'ma rise above it,
See I believe in God, life's a blessing & I love it,
Whats my image to the public? Sh*t I don't care so f*ck it,
I'm just tryna get mine cause being broke won't cut it,
I'ma get it if I wan't it, I'ma do it if I need to,
If I did it then I done it; It's the past & aint no re-do's,
I do sh*t that I don't mean to, even question my will,
& if you feel this, then you feel me, cause real recognize real.