Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

"These are the streets!

Shit is real out here!

This ain't no fuckin joke!"

I lived in a spot called Millbrooke Projects

The original Criminal Minded rap topic

With twenty cents in my pocket I saw the light

If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights

Your only true right, is a right to a fight

and not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin who died last

night

Everyone and everything is at war

Makin my poetic expression hardcore

I ain't afraid to say it, and many can't get with it

At times in my life, I was a welfare recipient

I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe

and went to school everyday, like a god damn fool

Well anyway, here I am, chillin at the party

Brothers lookin at me like they wanna kill somebody

A cypher manifested in the center of the jam

I got to show these wack rappers really who I am

It's me against them, so I clear the phlegm

and wage the war, hardcore to the end

For someone lookin inside, yeah from the out

it seems like disrespect is what rap is all about

But hip-hop as a culture, is really what we give it

But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it

Cause every black kid lives two and three lives

The city's a jungle, only the strong will survive

Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

Every single day I hear lie after lie

Like "Black people don't die, we multiply"

So when I kick a rhyme I represent how I feel

The sacred street art of keepin it real

Why I gotta listen, to somebody else?

How they got wealth, let me talk about myself

But all I really got is hip-hop and a glock

The results are obvious, if I'm confined to my block

Occasionally, in the city I'm released

to meet other beasts, lookin for the feast

We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air gets

thinner

"Yo yo there he go, him," there's the dinner"

White meat, carryin a bag of some sort

Life is short, white meat is quickly caught

A scuffle a muffle yet none of us hesitated

Like Mother Africa, white meat is violated

We quickly dissapear, like Santa's little elves

And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves

We say, "peace/piece" cause that's what we

really want

A piece of the pie that America flaunts

Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

"Oh shit!"

The truth is that police must serve and protect

REALITY is black youth is shown no respect

The truth is government has a war against drugs

REALITY is government is ruled by thugs

With all this technology, above and under

Humanity still hunts down one another

Rappers display artistic cannibalism

through lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm

Through basic animal instincts, we think

So the battle for mental territory is glory, end of

story

Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

Reality, ain't always the truth

Rhymes Equal Actual Life, In The Youth

Yeah

"These are the streets!

Shit is real out here!

This ain't no fuckin joke!"