Return of the Real
[Verse: Barney Artist]
Another verse that I'm writing
Here from my bed
Spittin' verbs doing worse
Cus [?]
[?]
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