Verse 1:
These bruvas are all blunt passin' askin,
Feared without pity retraction,
Given a doller and allowed a bit of relaxin.
Comes next day still craving the thorizeen,
Idea of gettin out the ghetto is so keen,
Lord gratefully hand out the chances please!
People can't handle the death n dread no more,
Warz with rival gangs n the muthafuckin law,
Its a clear draw, tha lives of these are raw.
Take the drugs but still pray to the holy grace,
The eternal lace up, keepin up wth the hood race,
Learn to live every day here as your last trip,
Get up n stand up, respect yourself bit-by-bit,
Take endless pride in your dignity and take no shit!
Its about time in our life to realise our sighs,
Are unanswered and now our life depends on lies,
You surprised?Every night even the holy ghost cries.
Idea of faith has made the lost souls lonely and blind,
Shook thoughts not roming every part of ones mind
Only expire to selfishly kill ones kind!

Chorus:
Be real to yourself, Be true to your kind,
Listen to ones mind.
Be real to yourself, Be true to your kind,
Speak to ones mind.

Verse 2:
Ones mind tipped to be a one mic genius,
Not given respect by others for being an atheist,
Didnt make it but blessed with the hip hop kiss.
Finially relised that life is'nt one big fairy wedding,
No happpy ending, but fear of death is dredding,
Thers no mending, the sense of love is shredding.
Artist's advised to keep ther personal life seperate,
Not to voice their oppinions cuz there not legitamate,
Made to rap about cars n hoes but keep it in the colaberate.
Think back to the free and silent childhood,
Pleaze lord,give me that life if you should,
No blood, hand me that gift if you would.
These endless thoughts fill the air we breathe,
We need, to start acting on what we believe.
The feeling of restriction builds up in the brain,
The edge of suicidal in the fast track lane,
The slain, luckily cant feel no breakin pain!

Yo boys am lukin 4 sum tight feedbak on dis shit.
Peace out ya boy NovA

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