How Real (Can a Real, Real Be?)

I was born to bless the mic right from the get go
Never tried to imitate or claim I was all ghetto
I was raised with love to the maximum
So I make sure I spread it even though it's gone
Amongst my peers, my elders and the young ones
I miss the days of old all nice and fun
When you didn't have nine year olds running with guns
Now we're caught in a battlefield
Everyone's analysing trying to understand when it all began
I mean what's the deal? father failed son?
Who's to blame when values get torn
Shredded to pieces and treated with scorn
Left to rot away with no one to morn
A generation that wouldn't see the beauty of a new dawn

Mc's OD with their niggertivity
How real, real, real, can a real real be?
I'm blind I'm high I'm wasted

Hiphop is dead it got shot in head
Brutalised, victimised to the very end
Pimped around by hustlers and their leeches and friends
Now we're left with boys all trying to be men
With no guidance and no knowledge of self and then
We wonder why there's no relevance in rap again
It's all about the cash money, diamonds and buds
There ain't no love left when Gods turn dogs
Amplified, ghettofied all for better for worst
MTV stereotyped so the image is cursed
With a karma that is destined for more blood and more drama
Than Osama and the Oklahoma bomber all together
It's a radioactivity niggertivity
Plantation mentality that's killing our community

Mc's OD with their niggertivity
How real, real, real, can a real real be?
I'm blind I'm high I'm wasted



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Writer(s): Thomas Adegoke Odukoya, Oghene Kologbo, Ben Abarbanel-wolff
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