Slip Into Reality

You've just slipped into reality where guns crash

And drug raids is an everyday thing when the nuts hang

They don't even got a name fame dont mean nothin'

Only the cash flow it ain't black or white it's called rich or poor

Now you know me the R.O.C. my name never commited a crime

Try to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go down

Slain in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frowns

Pull they gats out fast now my time has passed

At the funeral my aunt told me i could cry at last

I lashed out with tears huggin and kissin

Riddle me this riddle me that why im still livin

These years fo life advice to the youth

When they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin through

They say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fight

As long as the pistols in sight and the moneys tight

But all in all they think like that they dont fall

Product of americas nightmare im tellin yall

Believe me when i tell you i aint trippin

Just tryin to help you out from slippin into reality

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin faded

Violated and also very much intoxicated

This is dedicated to my main man

And when he died never did I understand

Why he went away although i didnt cry

Tried to play the big man kept my feelings inside

Never ever shed a tear for the last ten years

I been hangin with my peers and facin my fears

This shit is gettin clear the government got us in focus

Bill Clinton push the button nuclear hocus pocus

They tried to provoke us with trees infest us with disease

Tell me how to live and when to die and who should i believe

Realize the realism of reality

Life is filled with technacalities and fucked up formalities

Automaticaly and statisticly we walkin dead

Roamin the wasteland with a bounty on our heads

Avoid scenarios of abuse to my spouse

Brothers younger than me are steady posted in a crackhouse

And everybody totin guns like its some kind of fashion

Be careful when them busters are blastin' when you slip into reality

One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks

I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and shit

I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but what's that solve

He still gonna be dead in the morning why take the fall

Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst

Instead of a Chevy's my homie's rollin in the back of a hearse

You know it's worse

It's too hard to cope with some days

Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a daze

Comatose, completely tore up

Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up

I'm bout to blow up

In a rage I need to talk, nobody wanna listen

On the corner, mental mindstate position

Overload pull the trigger

Stress got the best of suicide

Pour out some liquor

Another grave digga gets paid

Digging a grave for senseless ways

Keep to ourself is what i say

All of my dawgs can't die,

I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high

Never gonna lie I got love for my niggas

Dead or alive, reality check

We can do it on the outside