[Intro x2] Whats real, lemme tell you about some things that i've seen Real life let me tell you about somethings that i did Definition of a real n***a, its just words, like tattoos it dont mean sh** [Verse 1] Ride the bus devilish thoughts, my peoples possessed Resort to violence as the proper choices (yea) Everytime i walk in the room I'm getting stared at I evened glared back, its ending like d**h threats Proud to be from my city, but loosing respect Dont nobody give a f** about the blacks Real sh**, even blacks even k**ing off blacks Blame it on slavery, but its the presidents, fact Your losing grip [Hook+ Lil B commentary] [Verse 2] They say its not so bad, why do i complain Can't drive a dunger or scraper without getting pulled over Gotta tie your dreads back not to scare people Had to soften my voice, the courts think I'm evil I could write 10 books, i can't even wear a hoodie Without getting funny looks. like I'm bummy Like I'm a joke sh**, but nothing funny I love life, and i love people But society done showed me All this black on black violence , everyones is not my homie And most days I'm spending lonely, living life as a artist And dont matter where u work, work can be a target If you love in your heart, no matter where you started Dead broke a couple years you could be ballin It starts from you, change starts from you Supposed to be a leader, just breathe a , emphysema We need more black leaders, you could be a street soldier You could be a poet just give the world what you owe it I believe in you [Hook+ Lil B commentary]