Tragedy Khadafi - Back to Reality lyrics

Back to reality [VERSE 1] I know you're dreamin, dreamin you could take me out But just think, cause that's somethin to think about I'm Trag, so don't think you could take me out Start thinkin, before you put your foot in your mouth Cause I'm not the one to be slept upon My rap is smooth and a step beyond But it took a little time for the sk** to grow And it took a lotta time for my thoughts to flow I wanna tell you a story, so sit and wait Gonna take you to a time when I wasn't so great When I used to run the street with miss-matched socks And the summer of 1984 was hot The jams in the park were really dope And the girls on the block were playin jump rope But I couldn't hang out with the guys who hung Cause my mother always told me I was just too young But she couldn't understand what it meant to me That the parties in the park is where I had to be But way back then I couldn't see - Back to reality [VERSE 2] She would always disapprove, but I didn't care Cause if a jam was in the park I just had to be there She would send me to my room, and then lock the door But it really didn't matter, cause I lived on the first floor I thought about the girls I couldn't wait to meet So I jumped out the window, then I hit the street When the music started pumpin, everybody got up The Vernon Posse had the dancefloor all sowed up That's when I thought partyin was all about Despite a few fights and a few shoot-outs Everybody kept partyin without a care You had to have fun, cause it was in the air >From blocks away you could hear them shout And it got real hype until the power went out It only lasted for a minute, but ist felt so long Till the deejay got up and put the power back on Everybody kept dancin to the record's groove So I pushed up on a cutie, and we started to move It felt too good to be true to me - Back to reality [VERSE 3] My eyes were mesmerized by the DJ's cuts And I knew later on I would have a sore bu*t So I sat and thought what the beatin would be like But I would take seven beatings just to get on the mic See, unlike other kids, I wasn't athletic But as I grew, I realized I was poetic When other kids would wanna play with their friends I would rather sit day-dreamin about my Benz With the (diamond in the back) and the (sunroof top) As I (diggin the scene with a gangster lean) Yeah, that would be me - Back to reality