Reality Check

With brothas always smokin' on the doja
The OPM
Damn we rollin
Hand on the mic
Till we decide about the sick life

Californ-i-a born and raised till this very day
Hell to pay for the ways of the size we blaze
Everyday, a hundred miles an hour
Sorta sour cause my soul's been devoured
Never looked up above
When push came to shove
As it usually does
Keepin' up with these thugs
Doin' all of these drugs with no means of direction
Infection
But here's my objection
Rejection
By your whole congregation
With no empathy for my situation
No place in society thats my reality
Angry dont know whos the enemy
I'm in deep
Beneath the streets
It's hard to creep from city to city
With all these hitters and the heat
Killin' me, stealin from me
Makes no sense to me
So I keep it tight with the homies in the family

Here's a reality check from the streets of California
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on, yo
Things ain't always what they seem
Things ain't always what they seem

Here's a reality check from the streets of California
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on, yo
Things ain't always what they seem
Things ain't always what they seem

We're all smokin
Tryin' the SO's
Broken homes
Chokin' locos
For pesos
Slingin' dope by the case-os
Smokin' cocos
Laced with angel dust and opium
Cities for niggas causin' fuckin' pandemonium
Spoiled by suburbia
Cottonmouth what then all the man
Formin' corny reputations

Bustin' tracks from Kid Kreation
Me and the artists who performed the hardest collaberations
Born and raised in the golden state
Don't invite no plates
Servin' up some dinner
For southern county serial sinner
Imperial
Superial lyrical
In again
See the opium den
We see the man who posed prohibitin'
And drop a eight to eliminate a peaceful
Evolution of man
For your political pollution
There's no solution for these county criminal minds
Just subliminal rhymes
Hypnotizing mankind

Here's a reality check from the streets of California
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo
Things ain't always what they seem
Things ain't always what they seem

Here's a reality check from the streets of California
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo
Things ain't always what they seem
Things ain't always what they seem

Heres a reality check from the streets of Califonia

See California the major growth industry
Are private security and penitentiary
Risin from the climatose
Cold-war economies
That's why the pigs got my homies down on their knees
Lined up against the walls
So the community can see
That the po po won't go away
So please, now
Open up your eyes guys
You can realize
That the land of sunny skies
Disguised as paradise
Is a lie

Here's a reality check from the streets of California
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo
Things ain't always what they seem
Things ain't always what they seem

Here's a reality check from the streets of California
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo
Things ain't always what they seem
Things ain't always what they seem