Letter 2 Buddha

I look into the self through the bathroom mirror
Wondering what is fake life what is real life
Just another dream or just another thriller
Or just another man uh try to get on the fella
About to fake it, life fake, like how we used to be
When we boys were young
Where the vision through my eyes to see
Now the vision that I see, blurs my reality
From the dream baby girl I thought we were one team
Buddha's all good cuz it ain't mad at you
I'll let you go in, below my buddha
Naggy just my ex and my ex attitude
More bitches on my dick just to fall over
But just let me stay real, wait you for a minute
Learn from the pain and mistake that comes with it
Ace like Rocco better recognize the endless
But no boys on the beat you know what the deal is
Scaling up the men just to the end to the finish
For a real piece of money kinda type that we never did it
Cuz we're still willing to be feeling like upgrading
Pimping on these women got me feeling like Scottie
Asian race, purple lace, purple haze, blaze to my mind
Knows no pain, in the rain with the water down my face
I can only pray for a better day to come to my race

Dear Buddha, I know you here to save
But I been struggling a little late
Tryna cake up while I bake up
With cheetahs on the side like to race us
But that afraids me, lover hate me
I swear I am sick and never ever break me
Stubborn stone cuz my mind is gone
To another zombie on the human form
I don't give a fuck, boy
With the dream in a fuck with this one love
A side of me has to real itself
And sometimes in life, that is just not enough
So what the wealth, so what the fame
So what it on, so the claim never change
Fake yes, mob is climbin through the gambling
Keep it real while I stay the same
Hey it's life Rocco