That’s Real

[Verse 1]
Rap about my life, every single word is written from my brain and heart
I'm thinking too much, but I've never thought, that somebody could hear me, that shit's so hard
Dragging the pen on paper and bringing up the heat
Rapping it from my hand when ready to rip the beat
Wrecking it like I said so I can throw you off the seat
Music and me, we cannot be apart
Now I'm at the start, but is it where can I bring what I think until this all will be over
Throwing syllables like darts, words spitting like venom on rhythm giving enemies no chance to recover
But how many people actually can hear that indeed there's more than just speed that my style does offer
I can be full of other things undercover from which I can either be happy or suffer
And it's tougher than it could seem to put my thoughts to the text, always the last time's sequel
Mixing velocity of my verbal stream with emotions on what I'll spit next to my mind's equal
Also putting more than one rhyme in a bar breaking my tongue, making your core feel the used power
In these lyrics when I feel the time's come but they are taking so long I wrote last four bars in an hour
But it's worth it when it comes to our feelings that after listening start to match
Now I rap it all mainly for myself, but it helps so much when my music your ears catch
And I'm very thankful for showing the love so I can reach above after starting from scratch
It proves me in belief that there's something to achieve and my peace I may retrieve and not let it detach

[Chorus]
I do not intend to burn another bridge
Neither want I to conscrict myself to switch
I just try to say what I should reveal
(Should reveal)
Not anymore hide what I really feel
(Try to keep it real)
I do not want all of you to just blindly hate
But neither would I want you only saying I'm so great
I just try to say what I should reveal
(What I should reveal)
Not anymore hide what I really feel
(Try to keep it real)

[Verse 2]
Lent about seventy years of the time on the average without repayment
Spent about quarter but let it be known that anytime I might end up dead on the pavement
Dead on the table or in my own bed, am I gonna left you with concrete skull fracture
Or with the heart puncture, attacked from the back or maybe from inside interrupting my rapture
With its own rupture, and these thoughts often capture me and it is my nature
Tryna understand what's surrounding me, but what I demand is nowhere to be found, but when I'll be more mature
I hope to find it when it will come to my mind with life going on for another years so I don't have to bother
Prominent, proud of myself or powerless with dominance gone, all up to me after help from mother and father
It's a good starter, but can I become a little bit major without turning into stranger
I have to keep pushing harder, but my hesitancy and anxiety put my future in danger
Have I already been caught there? I don't really wanna get down being another withered doppelganger
I want to be a sole autor of the book called my own life without such a negative cliffhanger
And without so much anger I feel to myself 'cause I've been mislead
Out of self-proud and again I go through this making later chapters never read
Stuck in this mental cell, it's where imprisoned by doubt I dwell
Hating this word, I can't even tell, hating this world and myself as well

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Does it even matter that I try to be better in anything that I've said there but I've been set there
And gather failures together, I'd rather make it a rhetorical question, not let the illusions shatter
Making myself madder, it's a matter of time when after hurting in the dirt I will be left
Emotion theft, all of my craft into oblivion they'll draft
All this effort put into MP3 file, non-material miracle where I feel safe
But whenever I come back I'ma reducing my smile, especially when I hear 'em calling my name
Because I don't even know if they keep on going and laughing at this, it is because I'm younger than all of 'em claimed
The real rappers or maybe they reject choppers thinking if they can't hear what I say "first try" then automatically it becomes lame
And that is not the truth, but is it happening in my head, or how they really behave?
No matter what, I'll be back in the booth and I'll stack the rhymes ruthlessly like everything I've saved
Though if I forgave and gave myself a perfect life opportunity
I would find some problems again like I always behave, like we were the negative unity
But still I tryna live my best and the music is the best thing that happened to me
My plea for who I used to be, why I flee from what I see and I feel I can set myself free
The key to my mind to feed me inside, I'll keep it, no reason to fight or to hide
Still I live on and still I try, will not give up until I die and that's real

[Chorus]