调：C major
Verse 1
Rhymes equal actual life in the youth.
I lived in a spot called Millbrook Projects.
The original criminal -minded rap topic.
With 20 cents in my pocket, I saw the light.
If you're young, gifted, and black,
you got no rights.
Your only true right is the right to a fight,
and not a fair fight
I wake up wondering who
died last night,
everyone and everything is at war
Making my poetic expression hardcore,
I ain't afraid to say it
And many can't get with it,
at times in my life
I was a welfare recipient
I ate the free cheese
while the church said believe
and went to school everyday
Like a goddamn fool, well anyway,
here I am chilling at the party
Brothers looking at me
like they wanna kill somebody
A cypher manifested in the center of the jam
I got to show these wack rappers
really who I am
It's me against them,
so I clear the phlegm
And wage the war, hardcore to the end
For some we're looking inside,
yeah from the out
It seems like disrespect
is what rap is all about
But hip -hop as a culture
is really what we giving
But sometimes the culture
contradicts how we living
Cause every black kid lives
two and three lives
The city's a jungle,
only the strong will survive
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life in the youth
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life in the youth
Every single day I hear lie after lie
Like black people don't die, we multiply
So when I kick a rhyme
I represent how I feel
The sacred street art of keeping it real
Why I gotta listen to somebody else
How they got wealth,
let me talk about myself
But all I really got is hip -hop and a block
The results are obvious
if I'm confined to my block
Occasionally, in the city I'm released
To meet other beaks, looking for the feasts
We grunt and growl, on the prowl
As the air gets thinner
There's the dinner
White meat, carrying a bag of some sort
Life is short, white meat is quickly caught
A scuffle, a muffle,
yet none of us hesitate
Like Mother Africa, white meat is violated
We quickly disappear like
Santa's little elves
And go into an area
to fight amongst ourselves
We say peace,
cause that's what we really want
A piece of the pie that America flaunts
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life in the youth
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life in the youth
The truth is that police must
serve and protect
Reality is black youth is shown no respect
The truth is government has
a war against drugs
Reality is government is ruled by thugs
With all its technology
above and under
Humanity still hunts down one another
Rappers display artistic cannibalism
Through lyricism,
we fight each other over rhythm
Through basic animal instincts, we think
So the battle for mental territory is glory
End of story
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life in the U
Reality ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life in the U
Yeah
These are the streets
Shit is real out here
This ain't no fucking joke
Yo, what up, this the Kid Capri
Straight outta New York City
with my man, the KRS -One I'm out
Yo, what's up, big ups to everybody
Chris Cover
93 BLX mobile, Alabama
in the house carries one.
What's up?
Yo, this is Reginald effect
representing the thunderstorm
Houston, Texas and 97 I
in the box. What's up?
Hanging with KRS.
Yo, this is Violet Brown
representing the West Coast
and warehouse records
We're Karis one is always number one
with us
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