Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies - Track 10 (MisterKA beat)

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Envision what we do when we Pop It let the Fourty Blow
Wish it wasnt True but its Ironic how the Story Go..//
..Livin down the Block, was this Kat his name was John
used to Kick it wit um Strong until he Had to Aim a Glock//
..he's Witnessin the Wrongs of a Family Fisade'
so he Hid in the Garage when his Dad would Beat his Moms//
wasnt Sumpin to Discuss I never Mentioned it at All
like the Front that he put Up but I Remember what I Saw//
..with Punch in after Punch until he Stepped up to his Pops,
..Enuff became Enuff until it Ended with a Shot!//
what'd ya do john NO! this aint, the way we go,
this game, is ancient old, they say, it takes ya soul//
u can Plan to Run it Out, putcha ya Foot into the Race
Understand u Fuked up Now, they will Cook u in the Cage//
an the Man is Comin Now , theyre puttin up the tape,
as I Stand Amongst the Crowd, Lookin in Disgrace// (when dem shots go)

2:
1:55
Envision what we Do, when we Pop It let da Fourty Blow,
Wish it wasnt True but its Ironic how the Story Go..//
its Hotter now in Schools, these Kids dont Understand
that it Wasnt taught as Cool to have a Pistol in yer Hand//
dont kno Where they got the Message, Mistaked it as a Lesson,
..so Wheres the Adolescence when theyre Raisin up a Weapon//
its an Angle of Progression in a Dangerous Succession,
..teenagers in a rage layin Waste to good Intentions//
in Position to Explode, Dilluted in the Rush,
of un-Restrictingly Atoned until the Proof of Killin Comes//
so jus Listen to me Close, an Lose the Will to Bust
cuz yer Givin up yer Soul,if u Choose to Pick the Gun//
witta Nine to let it Blow, an Cockin in a Shell
put yer Mind into the Mode.. an Popped um til he Fell!//
..yer jus Nine years Old, you'll be Rottin in ya Hell,
..they'll Try you as yer Grown n then they'll Lock u in a Cell//
(when dem shots go)

3:
3:12
Envision what we do, when we Pop It let da Fourty Blow,
Wish it wasnt True, but its Ironic how the Story Go//
u Wanna be da Man, let the Poison Fill yer Mind
but u Gotta Understand that yer Poised to Feelin Blind//
so u Run a Clique but Man, theres a Void thats Still Inside
they put a Gun into yer Hand to make a Choice to Kill or Die..!//
..Poppin for Survival but the Cycle never Stops
its where Knockin off a Rival would Entitle u a Spot//
but on Top of all ya Pride Though open Eyes up To the Cost
cuz the Bodies get Recycled an the Lives u lose are Lost//
..Willing to Succumb, to Lying thru da Tongue
its where Livin for the Gun, means ya Dying by the Gun..//
so ya Weapons Spill to End the Beef the Clip Embalms the Rest
..ya Meant to kill ya Enemies but Hit the Wrong Adress!//
this a List of Haunted Souls thats been Pulled to Purgatory
..I Wish it wasnt Told but every Bullet has its Story// (when dem shots go)