Amp Adams Aka Double A - The Reality Is Lyrics

I had a conversation with a young'n, not that long ago
And they were sharing their dreams, and asperations about what they wanted to be in Life
And... some of this is strange, and so... I asked myself, what's the reality

Who in the world says some'n like this
I wanna be a savage
See, that's where my heart is
So, each and every body
Knows they can get it
Creating fear, says the prosecution
We know what they are doing
I'm plotting on the world, and the entire social sector
No one saw it coming, but they all saw it coming
A mix of Wayward Walt, and a Junkyard Dog
I'm talking temperment
Oh how I've been scarred
I can count the ways
Use my "one-zys, and two-zys
But to put you up in my business
I'm "Unchained," like the movie
Posted, not trespassing, must I take a visit
I know, I'm dead wrong
So please, move on
I dropped out of school
They say, I'm holding down the block
Foot soldier mode... a pawn, so I'm told
Grimmey, hit the mark, maybe twenty three years old
That'll be good, nine passed fourteen

The reality is
Hunger is a factor
Sometimes it has pull
Just like a tractor
The reality is
This world wants to capture
Hence, the "bling-bling," or you really don't matter
The reality is
Much guidance is needed
Hedonism holds a spot for anything you're tweeking
The reality is
Not all the lost get found
The penitentuary meat market
Where you lay it down

Ok, yeah you got me
It's been real "nnniiiicccce
I pinky promise, that pinky ring, ain't worth "nangh llliiiifffffe
So, I'ma take that
And give you a reciept
Left hook, or right
What side yo' good teeth
I really like the grill theory
Don't use no cheap products
Look at it like I'm helping you
Halitosis hit you the hardest
You never take a day off
Funk drops it on the one
I'm "slicker than the slicky"
So, I'm the "slicky-est" one
The last "super slicky" bought the "pistons
Got the "ticket
I say that, to say
If I slip, we can kick it
See, how I do it
Like a video game
But we are all losers
Ones watchin' ones playin'
The directions, if read right
Require a "soft re-boot
But see, all I wore is "steel toe
Just call 'em "electric-cute
See, I don't respect nothing
So, that's what I get
Absolutely, positively, these charges go'n stick
Then, there it is
The real thick of all things
I've got to suffer for what I've done
Suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer
That part there, it ain't fun
The "G Code mode
So all y'all "know'd
Under the sun
I say nope, no fun

The reality is
Hunger is a factor
Sometimes it has pull
Just like a tractor
The reality is
This world wants to capture
Hence, the "bling-bling," or you really don't matter
The reality is
Much guidance is needed
Hedonism holds a spot for anything you're tweeking
The reality is
Not all the lost get found
The penitentuary meat market
Where you lay it down

They told me Mr. Double A, that's all I have, that I could reach
It was passed down
Since passed down
Been passed down to the O.G
So, I shared, what was shared, from some "hitters" around the way
"Ehhbody" shouldn't bang, we need most, to escape
So, as a "shorty" they keep most of the bullets off of my back
Told me, while, and when I was raising up
I gots to give back
Too many caskets
Passed through like baskets
All for "street cred"
Went full speed ahead
Crashin', with a passion
Tats illustrate their life
Like its a "badge of honor
For those, who wants to be "trife
Who sent them on this mission
It must've been a foe
Oh... I know... "Population Control

The reality is
Hunger is a factor
Sometimes it has pull
Just like a tractor
The reality is
This world wants to capture
Hence, the "bling-bling," or you really don't matter
The reality is
Much guidance is needed
Hedonism holds a spot for anything you're tweeking
The reality is
Not all the lost get found
The penitentuary meat market
Where you lay it down