| Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' |
| Often it’s beef this city never does |
| People walk and talk in they sleep |
| Cold sweats and wet dreams |
| On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep |
| Black souls raw and they deep |
| Hypes tryna talk with no teeth |
| Shorties sayin’ball or retreat |
| A lesson we all speak at one point or another |
| Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother |
| Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region |
| Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin' |
| We want decent homes |
| So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on It’s like a colored song that keep keepin’on |
| I guess knowin’I’m weak is when I’m really bein’strong |
| Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn |
| Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that’s why I write freedom songs |
| For the real people |
| I wonder is the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie |
| Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi |
| The way they treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi |
| We’re the children of a better God searchin’for better jobs |
| We could cop ghetto cars tryin’not to catch a charge |
| They say the dope game is sour |
| Now they doin’homework that’s when they follow you for hours |
| Come to your crib and devour all that you work for |
| Must be more than paper these niggaz hurt for |
| Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays |
| Tryna reverse the slave’s mind and insert the brave mentality |
| Heard that it’s drama at home |
| Can a dude break free and still get honored at home |
| I was told by a chief it’s the games nature |
| When you’re glowin’some will love and some will hate ya It’s real people |
| Black men walking wit white girls on they arms |
| I be mad at em as if I know they moms |
| Told to go beyond the surface, a person’s a person |
| When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen |
| The weary cursin’the sky |
| Talkin’to themselves givin’the version of why help and hurt in they eye |
| I live across from it, some of it I do be in I be showin’niggaz lives |
| Like UPN |
| It’s real people |
| Yeah. |
| For you and yours |
| Good music |
| Forever |
| Yeah |
| Rock on We keep on Uh. Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| The real… |