The Realest Truth

There are hard things
in life drugs violence
this world isnt nice 45
my birthday was not mine

I dont know life Im 45 I
dont even know if I was
born right wasnt its life
and I do not know why

I die gunshots at night
become a victim quarrels
drug fights not hit stuck
here and between the light

hurts inside I wanted
to die and I could not
Im here do things right
cant get a job right

I want no money I want
peace pain is serious
getting blasted I need
to rap real have feel

Im not from the hood and
you dont know where going
to get 5 dollars kerosene
plastic on windows winter

your life too in the city
I want to know what love
is cause all I know is
what I see heartbreaking

change that all Im sayin
right now if I get a new
day wake up if I can day
to day scared to wake up

cause drugs that I want
a addict amount to nuthin