| What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain
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| When reality’s just light interpreted by your brain
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| And if mine and your perceptions ain’t one and the same
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| Which one of us is normal which one is insane
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| The skin never forgets a deep abrasion
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| Yet your brain often forgets deep conversations
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| This annoys me due to the nature of humanity
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| Want to remember the good, not just the bad things that happened to me
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| And yeah, I understand the minds an intricate tapestry
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| So is the skin and that still records damage, see
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| This scar above my eyebrow’s from when I was a kid
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| And my skin has kept a record of the damage I did
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| Twenty some years down the line from that very day
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| Documentation of carelessness and the price that you pay
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| Yet it’s over complex brain that sits inside of my head
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| Can’t remember the last things me and my friend J said
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| I don’t want to be just devoid of desire
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| I don’t want to be another bird on the wire
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| I don’t want to be just a log on the fire
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| I don’t want to be that at all
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| I got a heart rate that’s erratic
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| I guess god fucked up the schematic
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| I can’t hack it and I panic and that makes it go pneumatic
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| Causing landslides t-t-t-tearing up my insides
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| Sometimes I think I’ll live forever, but I know I won’t
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| When I really should be working on my flow I don’t
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| I just sit here and read extracts from this note I wrote
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| Trying to find something that is worth a quote
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| Fixing up mad Bitches like lobotomy stitches
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| When I hit a tight rhyme see my leg it twitches
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| I ain’t into this game for the fame or riches
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| Good to write tight rhymes, street poems and scriptures
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| Now what’s the point I’m making? |
| Why I am saying this out loud?
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| Am I convincing myself or pandering to the crowd?
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| You can hear every word, you would still never know me
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| Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars but he’ll still be Spicoli |