Wrote: 2008
Song: Real Talk
Album: Da Invisible Man

V1
I'm askn God, what'z going on,
But he don't neva, holla bakk,
Thinkn he got, a grudge against me,
N don't like, da ganksta rap...
Kuz I'm a product, of da gutter,
Being skoold, by a untaught mother,
Bekuz popz, 2 drunk & lazy,
So I had, 2 raise my brotha...
Being influenced, by all my peerz,
So I got jumpd, n a gang,
Kuz I was tired, of being broke,
Now dey respekt, my street fame...
Walkn 2 stoz, dat'z own by gookz,
Thinkn I'm gonna, get shot,
If dey witness me, stealn goodz,
Bekuz I'm high, off da pot...
Da racist government, be tryna,
Blow up countryz, 4 nothan,
N den dey ask, why I gangbang,
N da good, gettn wasted...
Wantn us blaxx, 2 draft n warz,
Or dey gon' lock, us all up,
Is what dey doing, anyway 2 blaxx,
Kuz da pigz, are no good...
Who wanna shoot us, n da bakk,
4 tryna pull up, our pantz,
Pigz be gettn, away wit murda,
N don't neva, go 2 jail...
Rolln strappd, n dey squad carz,
Lookn 4 blaxx, 2 harass,
Tryna torture & lock us up,
Neva forgettn, da past...

Chorus:
I be keepn, my faith n God,
Bekuz da world, is a trip,
Bestn a brotha, like every day,
As I hustle, 4 chipz...
Hearn bustaz, be lying on me,
Skemen on, what I got,
Watchn out, 4 deze transformaz,
N homeboy, dat'z real talk...

V2
Ditchn classes, 2 get my bread,
Bekuz I'm slangn, da fruitz,
Lookn pissd off, at skool teacherz,
Not teachn shyt, up n skool...
Watchn my bakk, kuz da pigz trippn,
After da towerz, got bombed,
N a country, dat hate us blaxx,
N wanna take out, Saddam...
Not knowing why, my people scared,
2 stand up, 4 dey rightz,
All my life, I been gettn whoopingz,
4 every day, startn fightz...
Thinkn my peepz, will get me out,
Of kounty jail, I get lockd,
But dey ratha, I learn my lesson,
Being raised, around croox...
Alwayz sayn, dat it'z my fault,
Dey brainwashd, by da system,
Telln me, I should pray 2 God,
I don't know, ever existed...
Not wantn me, 2 date out my race,
On som racist bullshyt,
Or da police, gonna crak my skull,
4 gettn high, wit white chixx...
N dey tell me, dat I'm messd up,
Tryna survive, n dis game,
Hearn haterz, wish I don't make it,
Wishn me dead, n a grave...
N no matter, how much I pray,
I don't neva, hear God,
Liven n dis, white man'z world,
Where us blaxx, can't get a jobb...

V3
Not knowing if, der'z really a God,
So I'm pakkn, da heat,
Seeing 2 many, foolz get buried,
Over bangn, a street...
Going 2 hell, 4 all da shyt,
I rap about, n my hitz,
So if I die, just tell my kidz,
Not 2 follow, my footstepz...
Not wantn dem, 2 be like me,
Alwayz gettn arrested,
N all my geez, n da hood love me,
Filln out, dey voten ballotz...
N playa haterz, be gettn scared,
Bekuz dey see, I'm da truth,
Judgez be askn, 4 my rap sheet,
Conviktn me, wit no proof...
So when I touch down, outta prison,
I got a "X", on my bakk,
Gettn harassd, by da punk police,
When I'm crossn, da traxx...
Lookn up, 2 da sky above,
About my life, n dis world,
Not tryna get, any honeyz pregnant,
Haven sex, n hott tubbz...
Wantn 2 find, a down ass chik,
Who isn't on, som bullshyt,
So every time, I get lockd up,
She hold it down, 4 dis pymp...
Instead of bouncen, bekuz she know
I every day, got 2 mobb,
2 get my mail, befo da police,
Wanna kick-in, my spot...