have I been? Nothin' like reality To get your mind in gear Lived my life to the extreme A lost road to my dream Found true reality And now my mind is
clear I can touch visions of my past lost in a dark maze Lies they grow so fast Leave my lies forever When reality
by spending the night. Otherwise let me see your head get small Less your hera to make the head get tall If not gon get lost cause that ain't me (If not gon get lost
I been feeling endless hurt Falling down, rain flows into my heart In the pain I'm waiting for you Can't go back No place to go back to Life is lost,
behind bars what a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life for your crime I'm doin time in the Penn tonight it's bad enough I lost a family
[Lyrical 187] I'm having a hard time, getting a grasp on reality Without that weed or mad at me, for shit I did before I reached my 20's If I knew then
in a rush, you better hit the flow Reality is a motherfucker, that's what they was telling a nigga That's just the truth, I lost my nigga Screw And
new word, nigga (HAY) Getcha hoota ready to blaze, nigga (NIGGA!) [Rapping:] I try to beat my felony but I lost that case So well, I went to jail and I lost
clips, seventeen bullets in each That's a hundred and twelve reasons, a whole street could be deceased Right when I was trying to change, fellas start playing games Brought me back to reality
Dreamscapes and fantasies Evolve into reality when passion is pursued. The passion turns professional, And kills the mood. Finding symmetry so hard
rules It's a cat and mouse game Working girls are lost in dreams Buried in a paperback romance Why don't you wake up to reality And watch those fingers
me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality
featuring E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz pac talking: "i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin
Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to
ai-yi-yi) I've opened up my mind so you can step inside you could expect to find a scenic rhyme Pointyhead pizzeria perfect penetration mezcal cuts off my brain communication belligerence, lost
battle call It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost