Reality Songtext
von Fat Pat

Yeah (yeah), it′s goin' down (it′s goin' down)
Feel me? (Feel me?) Southside representin'
Reality, Show Love
Uh

Things are crazy in this life
Gotta get my smoke on
It′s gettin′ hard to hold on (gettin' hard to hold on)
Things are crazy in this life (hold on)
Gotta get my smoke on
It′s gettin' hard to hold on (gettin′ hard to hold on)

One thing for sure, gotta get my smoke on
Pop trunk, dome light, crawlin' down on chrome
Been in tragic society for twenty-six years
See my ghetto peers locked, mama shed so many tears
Highway to hell, will it ever end for a brother?
System got us killin′ each other
We supposed to love one another


The game got our minds in a headlock
But in reality, we workin' for a jail block
Will it ever stop? I mean the game
Revolvin' doors, escalator, when it pours it rain
And there′s no limit to life, so you gotta keep teachin′
Practice what you preachin', young minds that you reachin′
To be above the rest is the quest that you strive for

What you gotta realize, material shit ain't nothin′ to die for
But I lie for my niggas that's gonna lie for me
And ride down on our so-called enemy
Ain′t no kin to me, but I intend to see
Brighter days, where I'm headed, everythin' copacetic
Big Benz, super-leaded
As I smash, I′ll see it

Fat Pat on the place
That′s the way it gotta be
Tryna see a different level of the game fo' sho′
Ain't too old to learn, so I gotta listen, you know
What I′m sayin', try to fear me, ′cause I'm singin' the blues
Every mornin′ wakin′ up, see myself on the news

Things are crazy in this life (hold on)
Gotta get my smoke on
It's gettin′ hard to hold on (gettin' hard to hold on)
Things are crazy in this life (hold on)
Gotta get my smoke on
It′s gettin' hard to hold on (gettin′ hard to hold on)


Hot mind blown, driftin' off into space
Wonderin' will be a day when there is no hate
But it′s too late, because the system is corrupt
Young kids growin′ up with their minds fucked up
Stuck up in the ghetto with no place to go
Tryna provide for the family but it's slow
And shit be a trip, will we ever prevail?

Tryna keep the family fit, ain′t takin' us to jail
Livin′ hell on Earth, that's what it is
But it goes back to when our parents were kids
We′re just a new seed or a different breed
Born into the future at a high rate of speed
Shall I proceed? Jealousy and envy and greed
All them haters need is a push, and they'll be hidin' in a bush

Tryna take what you got, that mean another brother shot
Devastatin′ schemes and plots, my people mean a lot
No doubt we got cars but we gotta bombard
Pray to the Lord, keep our head straight above the sword
Time repeats itself, so you gotta put it down
Roll over, roll blunts and put the past behind
And try to maintain and capitalize on the game (uh)

And get your paper for your fame (for your fame) and represent this thin′
You know what I'm sayin′?
(That's right, it′s your right) it's your biggest secret
You know what I′m talkin' about (it's alright)
The scene is mad out here
It′s crazy

Things are crazy in this life (hold on)
Gotta get my smoke on
It′s gettin' hard to hold on (gettin′ hard to hold on)
Things are crazy in this life (hold on)
Gotta get my smoke on
It's gettin′ hard to hold on (gettin' hard to hold on)

We gotta hold on
We gotta hold on
We gotta hold on