Surreal/So Real
 

The minds a book you keep it closed you learn nothing/ you ain't real, you open it up and then you start frontin'/ talking about knowledge the good and the bad/ what was taken from you was something you never had/ fighting for boundaries a city that ain't yours/ now we got young ones lying dead on the floor/ all due to gang violence the knuckleheads on the street/ wondering why I have my loved one lying dead at my feet/ restriction is fact never fiction, caught in the condition of living life as tradition/ in suspision, it's like Christs' persecution/ mental shakles keep us moving in slow motion/ aggrivated cuz our people were hated/ demonstrated now re-created by the educated/ verbally violated, now mentally stagnated/ people wanna move on but we don't have the balls to say it/ a closed mouth won't get fed, our people will end up dead/ all because you wanted to bang for the blue or the red/ instead let's live life like we're the last generation/ cuz in fact, in reality, we're all God's creation....!

It's surreal son, it's so real son
it's the stuff that'll make you wanna hurt one

It's surreal son, it's so real son
it's the stuff that'll make you wanna hurt one