Real People (Mixed)

[Verse] Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often, it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green, our faith is all in a jeep Black souls, raw and they deep Hypes tryna talk with no teeth Shorties sayin' ball or retreat A lesson we all speak at one point or another What you expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother? Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region Through the pain, wish they know that God was just teachin' We want decent homеs So dreams, we say out loud like spеakerphones just to keep em on It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong Somehow through the dust, I could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs For the real people [Outro] Nicholas Craven, what's the word, my G?