House Of Krazees - Slip Into Reality Lyrics
You've just slipped into reality where guns crashAnd drug raids is an everyday thing when the nuts hangThey 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 poorNow you know me the R.O.C. my name never commited a crimeTry to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go downSlain in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frownsPull they gats out fast now my time has passedAt the funeral my aunt told me i could cry at lastI lashed out with tears huggin and kissinRiddle me this riddle me that why im still livinThese years fo life advice to the youthWhen they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin throughThey say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fightAs long as the pistols in sight and the moneys tightBut all in all they think like that they dont fallProduct of americas nightmare im tellin yallBelieve me when i tell you i aint trippinJust tryin to help you out from slippin into realityI'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin fadedViolated and also very much intoxicatedThis is dedicated to my main manAnd when he died never did I understandWhy he went away although i didnt cryTried to play the big man kept my feelings insideNever ever shed a tear for the last ten yearsI been hangin with my peers and facin my fearsThis shit is gettin clear the government got us in focusBill Clinton push the button nuclear hocus pocusThey tried to provoke us with trees infest us with diseaseTell me how to live and when to die and who should i believeRealize the realism of realityLife is filled with technacalities and *****ed up formalitiesAutomaticaly and statisticly we walkin deadRoamin the wasteland with a bounty on our headsAvoid scenarios of abuse to my spouseBrothers younger than me are steady posted in a crackhouseAnd everybody totin guns like its some kind of fashionBe careful when them busters are blastin' when you slip into realityOne day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricksI'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and shitI'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but what's that solveHe still gonna be dead in the morning why take the fallInside I be so mad I'm finna burstInstead of a Chevy's my homie's rollin in the back of a hearseYou know it's worseIt's too hard to cope with some daysMurderous ways leavin me sick and in a dazeComatose, completely tore upNerves be so bad I wanna throw upI'm bout to blow upIn a rage I need to talk, nobody wanna listenOn the corner, mental mindstate positionOverload pull the triggerStress got the best of suicidePour out some liquorAnother grave digga gets paidDigging a grave for senseless waysKeep to ourself is what i sayAll of my dawgs can't die,I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm highNever gonna lie I got love for my niggasDead or alive, reality checkWe can do it on the outside
