Lyrics Reality - DJ Spinna, Rich Medina

Reality

Now reality don’t care about nothing once the horn is blown.
And this
particular walk of life smells of broken glass beneath the feet of a daytime
boy who’s never really seen the sunrise
A willing scribe said that the cipher lies in the hearsay, just to clean the
air and walk me through the garden of innocence where footsteps resound like
danger on the faces of children left alone for far too long
You know reality, it don’t care about nothing
When it’s too much, yet still not enough to take away the conditions and
expectations most carry pocket-bounded and hidden like blemishes and false from
lovers or food from needy mouths
See, this is indeed the end of the past
And in submission future is over-thoughted and yet to be experienced.
A time for those who try to live out their daydreams so that their nightly
rest smells of peace and sounds like tomorrow’s fuel’s stocked and at the ready.
.
Reality
Freedom, essential to one and all for a small price, most often called «Join the democracy program» or making yourself part and parcel to some lewd
scam.
A place where the concrete jungles and suburban desserts meet,
minimum wage, and the bar on a 12 gauge, 51 states full of territorial
squabbles and ethnic disputes on the rise.
Seems like when the U.S.
shakes its money make all the change falls into special interest pocketbooks,
cocaine helicopter fuel reserves and payoffs between overseers to keep their
mouths shut.
Land of techno color dollar and blue eyes, blonde hair…
and black blood… Reality
Shackled by freedom and bullied by hatred and the simple nature of
misunderstanding, we remain ruled by currency and sold to the highest bidder,
day by day.
America 2002
A place where they say hell is between your ears when you’re still breathing,
and here some folk rain on the inside even when the sun comes out.
So the time has come for new decisions to be made.
All of your previous pains
have past on in a wave, so it’s okay for you to take a chance on yourself…
Reality
This particular walk of life smells of broken glass beneath the bare feet of a
daytime boy who’s never really seen the sunrise.
Walking through the garden of
innocence.
When it’s too much, yet still not quite enough to take away the
conditions and expectations.
So we declare today is the end of the past…
Reality
This is the time for those who try to live out their daydreams, so that their
nightly rest smells of peace.
Reality
Also essential to freedom, comes with a heavy price to pay.
Reality
Reality
Reality don’t care about nothing