To be real ya need ta live hard?...
I woke this mornin grab my fo five,
Load a clip be lucky if I stay alive,
Death, money, drugs is what I strive fo,
Kill a nigga rob a place do anything fo dis dough,
Im livin my life hidden behind a glass door,
My reflection same ass everyone,
Totin knives, killin wives, stash my gun,
I thought it wuz all jus plain fun,
Now im layin in da emergency bed,
My last nerve so close ta beein dead,
I thought my dawgs were behind me but they only lead,
To deception, I took tha interception of his round,
No connection, they don’t care if Im buried below tha ground,
Now im livin on injection of fluids in my vein,
My life sustains on whether or not tha led flowed to my brain,
I thought id be like Pac an Biggie play tha game,
But I know itz not tha same jus an illusion,
It didn’t hit me till I took this contusion,
I thought I wuz real thought my life I wuz choosin,
Tha lyrics I hear in tha songs they all jus a dillusion,
Pollution to my niave youth and mind,
As im layin dead my casket getting lined,
At tha last moment my last will was getting signed,
Then I woke up from this dream only ta find,
Tha life I thought I wuz livin aint real,
My parents are so rich why do I need ta steal?
Iz it cuz I needed ta feel…
To be real you need ta live hard?