Return of the Real

[Verse: Barney Artist]

Another verse that I'm writing

Here from my bed

Spittin' verbs doing worse

Cus [?]

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When these borthers are moving tens

Then get stuck in the cycle

Or back in to make the rent

My mom said

Don't jump in this live

Following trends

I said I won't

But got caught up lying

To make some friends

Silly ain't the word

When you search

To make amends

For the dumbness

That you've done

[?]

Gold

Never something caught

Let me find the Lord

Nothing is employing

When they slam the door

Fortunally good fortune was something

That I could afford

Cus' when you look like me

You never know

How you be seen by law

Young black man

Young black man

I said that thing twice

But my brothers will understand

When they're shaking

To shake your hand

Claiming they understand

Proclaiming they got a plan

To be saving us from this land

Wow

Been speaking to my sister

She's got questions

[?]

And I've been keeping it light

Keeping it messured

Then I realized

That feeding her lies

[?]

So I spray in the booth

Display what I view

Able to proof that we [?]

[?] the truth

Right now it's return of the real

Home is where the art is

Let me paint how I feel