Lyrics Return of the Real - Barney Artist

Return of the Real

Another verse that I’m writing
Here from my bed
Spittin' verbs doing worse
Cus
When these borthers are moving tens
Then get stuck in the cycle
Or back in to make the rent
My mom said
Don’t jump in this live
Following trends
I said I won’t
But got caught up lying
To make some friends
Silly ain’t the word
When you search
To make amends
For the dumbness
That you’ve done
Gold
Never something caught
Let me find the Lord
Nothing is employing
When they slam the door
Fortunally good fortune was something
That I could afford
Cus' when you look like me
You never know
How you be seen by law
Young black man
Young black man
I said that thing twice
But my brothers will understand
When they’re shaking
To shake your hand
Claiming they understand
Proclaiming they got a plan
To be saving us from this land
Wow
Been speaking to my sister
She’s got questions
And I’ve been keeping it light
Keeping it messured
Then I realized
That feeding her lies
So I spray in the booth
Display what I view
Able to proof that we
the truth
Right now it’s return of the real
Home is where the art is
Let me paint how I feel