Realer than Rap
They say I slipped and fell
Actin' like they wish me well
Really, they just wish me ill
Coins inside the wishing well
Pray to God
Stay at odds
I decide to play the odds
Weighing God against something tangible
To break the knot
Who am I?
What am I?
Apple of my mother's eye
Just a guy stories as boring as watching puddles dry
Time to switch it up, grab the bull by the horns
Not just a thunderstorm, the moon was full when I was born
Maria said I was destined to entertain
Took it for granted no lessons I could retain
Ayo, niggas like Mike spit the ill shit
But where he at
Wonder how this nigga still bill-less and what he lacks
I try to tell them it's will that pays the bills not skills
On the real, you fucked if you stand still, for real
I'm still wheezing can't tell if I'm still breathing
Keeping with no faith got me walking with demons
I'm upright, sleeping
Fell off, Christopher Reeve'ing
Went from Man of Steel to Chamomile-chill
I'm still chiefin'
We all docile apostles following something
Somewhere or nowhere, that vision ain't so clear
Voltaire, this is my candide
Straight forward, no ham cheese
It's guns up, thug life, not fear
That made the ham squeeze
I seen a stampede of dudes in blue uniforms
They fight the right to let a man breath
Staying true to form
More real than any words I could muster
Actin' like they wish me well
Really, they just wish me ill
Coins inside the wishing well
Pray to God
Stay at odds
I decide to play the odds
Weighing God against something tangible
To break the knot
Who am I?
What am I?
Apple of my mother's eye
Just a guy stories as boring as watching puddles dry
Time to switch it up, grab the bull by the horns
Not just a thunderstorm, the moon was full when I was born
Maria said I was destined to entertain
Took it for granted no lessons I could retain
Ayo, niggas like Mike spit the ill shit
But where he at
Wonder how this nigga still bill-less and what he lacks
I try to tell them it's will that pays the bills not skills
On the real, you fucked if you stand still, for real
I'm still wheezing can't tell if I'm still breathing
Keeping with no faith got me walking with demons
I'm upright, sleeping
Fell off, Christopher Reeve'ing
Went from Man of Steel to Chamomile-chill
I'm still chiefin'
We all docile apostles following something
Somewhere or nowhere, that vision ain't so clear
Voltaire, this is my candide
Straight forward, no ham cheese
It's guns up, thug life, not fear
That made the ham squeeze
I seen a stampede of dudes in blue uniforms
They fight the right to let a man breath
Staying true to form
More real than any words I could muster
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Baez
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