Realities

Verse 1

Yo its like he's living in Cybertron the home of psychos and impersonators

Vipers and ‘em terminators fighters with the thirst for papers

Where a violent crime is common in the search for wages

Despite the times eyo he finds himself immersed in pages

Trying to find a method to see his grind reflected

Design his fate and calculate a rhyme that I suggested

The only factor in the climb is the time invested

But he's a raptor in his prime that got his mind infested

With the evils this kid done got him self addicted

With that lethal shit injected with the needles

Now he's well connected with the weasels neglected by his peoples

Disrespected and rejected by his equals son

They put him on blast he walks the gravel on his own

They say he's just a brat that travelled down the wrong path

So every night this kid fights with his likeness

His conscious tries to tell him that he's righteous but my nigga we

Verse 2

The verbal face mask blurting slurred words and fake chants

He maps the turf to observe the snake tracks

That’s left behind by all the friends that lied and swore their set's beyond just riding