Bro. Malcolm - Group Home Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] As mortals combat mortality, casually becoming casualties It becomes clear to see, this thing we know as life is fallacy An illusion splitting real from reality But I ain't worried about nothing and you ain't even know it Hate the harsh lyrics, never hate the poet Hate the news, never those who report it Swallow an ocean of problems with no fixed way to solve it (woah) what happen to these rappers being modest Swag on point flows opposite ends of garbage Tarnish any image of a artist illustrating that they flawless Shout out Myke C Town, he can vouch for this I find a way to fail at any attempt that I try I disguise smiles when depression lurks inside I realize that real lies reside in those real eyes That don't concede with the real time Damn, boy need to cool off, chill out, hear a beat, zone out Distract me from living on another n***a couch In another n***a house, he putting food in another n***a mouth Pause, its just like that when you don't stand out And stand on ya own two, somebody else owns you And that's the sad truth all my n***as go live through, facts