Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reality, artist - DJ Spinna. Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Song language: English
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 |