away from home You're so tired and so damn alone It's darker and much harder to be me So far away from my reality I hate the way you look, I'm looking back
's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive) It's just reality
talking Talking shit, you better watch how you be walking Coming through so that you all can really see Rhyme after me, bring you back to reality Ha
get it, I live it to me there's nothing realer Just enough'll solve your problems Too much'll kill ya And when I leave I always come right back here
Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man Come talk wit reality An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ? face No Ice-T, come talk wit reality star Tell
hear the brothers lie Talkin' about how down you was Then the next week the back on the street They cold, forgot ya cuz, don't wanna see ya on your back
Dogg came back with the head raider Al Davis's? No nigga Tracy Davis The Eastside Long Beach greatest Criminal with style and boy you love that Sit back
my momma a mansion, and moved the damn south and watcha talking bout Got my Bugatti on the way Stunna Money coming in fast like the road walk.. back [
a lame flow You bought the shit I guess you to blame too I just found the angle No more reality flow I'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show
better Each day I seemed to love you more Nothing was going to break us apart The truth couldn't have been any further From what I thought was reality
say, uh-huh I think I like that And all the ladies say, uh-huh Welcome to the champagne life Where trouble is a bubble in the champagne glass Dreams and reality
I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality
ever And everybody know I aint acting like I'm supposed I'm attacking my own soul I'm back in a lone mode I'm back on that long road And that road goes
neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare
phantom hug a block like a bear Yeah That V12 is roaring Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor and I'm putting that 26 inches on the curve Tell the hood I'm back
Memories, how they fade so fast Look back, that is no escape Tied down, now you see too late Lovers, they will never wait I am a camera I am a camera
I miss? I Wish you could be Standing next to me Not just in my dreams, but in reality Looking through the glass I can see our past And I want you back
aim Or get in something more sinister You gotta be the finisher, make it so the doctors, they can't replenish him Or bring him back to life, back to reality