Tytuł: Is it real

• Wykonawca: Willie D
• Wyświetleń: 324

Chorus:
   Is it fiction, is it fact?
   Is it fake or reality?
   All I know for sure
   Is my mind's still playing tricks on me
  
   Verse 1:
   Here I go again, the same old shit
   My mind is still playing tricks
   Cause today when I left my residence
   I heard we had a new black president
   And he wasn't no Uncle Tom
   Rudy poof stankin' fetch house nigga scum
   And white folks wasn't planning to murder him kid
   Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did
   And this might sound reckless
   But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas
   If I'm lying I'm dying, everybody was color blind
   Went to church and I gotta admit
   Walked in, didn't see one hypocrite
   It appeared every single soul was reached
   Cause the pastor practiced what he preached
   Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie
   My mind's still playing tricks on me
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse 2:
   I took a cold shower and I got dressed
   It's Christmas so I gotta look my best
   Everybody going to my dear house
   That's my grandmother, and she the boss
   As I drove up in my low
   I saw cars on both sides of the road
   Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives
   That I hadn't seen in years
   Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack
   And she gave me one back
   She said "there's plenty of food, Willie
   Help yourself when you get into the mood"
   I marked on the paper
   As my man slammed bones on the domino table
   The women played cards
   And the children were playing in the front yard
   It was getting late so I had to break
   But yo, not before I ate
   And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga
   I reached to hug her, but I couldn't feel her
   Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes
   Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones
   My grandma's name was on plot 11
   Now I remember, she died in '87
   It wasn't close to Christmas or Halloween
   I was at the cemetary having a daydream
   And that's real fucked up, homie
   My mind's still playing tricks on me
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse 3:
   I used to make big money, drive big cars
   Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys
   Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo
   But my record sales said no no
   So did concert promoters and magazines
   I went back to eating rice and lima beans
   No more fancy restaurants
   And I hadn't seen the mall in months
   Now why would I leave the group
   Just when it's starting to blow up, troop
   I got tired of being famous, black
   When my motherfucking pockets didn't reflect that
   I need help before I go left
   Cause I'm starting to second guess myself
   I know I can't have a nigga fucking me
   But I want to get back with the group, gee
   Now if you believe that shit, duke
   Your mind's playing tricks on you, too
  
   Chorus
   Is it real (5x)