Real Talk (2009)

Lyrics

This is Alvie Leaving?! I ain't leaving you, baby! I just got here! Eh! Yeah! Eh! They say I lack the skill of comunication I think that's because I grew up in a communist nation - yeeeeah! All they do is anonymous hatin' Internet blog is state debatin' But bitch this is my year! I'll be on my grizzly like a bear - yeah! And if you do this with me, throw your fist in the air No Black Power, but black music - respect ours I do this every single hour, like Jack Bauer Wake up to the beat of the drums Go to sleep, rest my head on the streets where I'm from The concrete jungle, seat of the slums Warsaw, land of the slaves, or ?freedom? for some And that's my word, cause I gotta get heard Before I get hurt and my body falls apart in the dirt Go to church, read, to open up the heavenly gates Cause the good die young, we can never be late No matter where you at, be it Europe or America, Africa, Asia - Some day they will burry ya That's why I chose to live life to the fullest The pen in my hand is deadly as a rifle of bullets, eh Black poets streets from behind the iron curtain Every time I spit is like you can't ?survive? ?? I can't deny it, I ain't perfect, but I do my best ?? with the breaks, fitted hat I stay stupid fresh!