Return of the Real

Lyrics

[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