What’s Real ? (Go Head Freestyle)

Yo Yo

Gaps in my teeth, Blood on my knuckles, Sweat on my forehead from these fucking struggles, all these questions on my mind I gots to juggle “Quezø what's the way out the Jungle”, “Quezø why every time you look fly you get accused of narcotic smuggle”, “Why every time you love you get into sporadic troubles”, Fuck that I’m sick of ducking my head low in city climates below zero, Ima watcher worse then being in action cause when fam go you go through pain that's unbearable, it's too many of us that’s relatable with one question “Where's our Hero” it ain't one so we take it in our own hands, Emotion and sense disband anger is created from our weeps, Gats bullets revenge and loot turn us out to the street, We get turned to numbers and orange suits by police sweeps, This shit run deep I just described fifty niggas lives in under a week, It hurt watching a nigga you love die but you go through it so many times all that's produced is a disappointed sigh, it's shitty hearing ya family lie to get High 3 hours sober right back on the supply, It leaves you stuck why even try I stopped giving a fuck, I exist to get fly and apply what's real not to appeal to the masses nor different classes of society here the spotlight don't shine Voice is the only hope of notoriety..

One Love I'm out