Reality - Da Youngsta's

Well I get up in the morning shower up and take a drive

I’m feeling kinda good cause its good to be alive

The radio is playing («Its so hard to say goodbye»)

It makes me think of all my homies that died

Pain in my heart frustration in my mind

Is my kind or is man blind

I see my black sister sellin booty in the street

(Do she wanna get high?) Or do her kids need to eat

I creep;

later along I see more drama

(Oh Lord) What a brother got to do to make a dollar?

Sellin more cain than the little stick up kids

Innocent fix in the middle

Kitty gotta body at a party now we lives upstate

To late to change a great mistake

Thoughts crowd my mind as it gets colder

Cops pull me over cause I’m in a Range Rover

I never sweat it;

forget it that’s how it be

Cause where I’m livin yo its reality

Everything I see (is reality)

Cops harassin (is reality)

In my city (is reality)

Scratching: Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough

(reality, its reality)

Everything I see is reality

In the ghettos across the country

(Come follow me)

Brothers on the block shootin craps (yelling)

Watch out they bustin caps

Cops frustrated cause I’m not doin 30

They stop me for what?

Illegal search

Keep on shiftin your eyes G

Because you can’t find nothing on me

I’m not guilty

I guess its reality in the city

Everybody wants to be like Frank Nitty

I mean really, yo I feel a little pity

But I just sit back relax and hit the Philly

Meditatin yo I’m another state N

But I ain’t to far from this, I’m still relatin

To the streets where I was born and raised in

I peeped too many things, ain’t nothing amazin

Its real, brothers got their hands on the steel

Killin other brothers for the thrill (For Real)

My next-door neighbor just went into the labor

Another little child who might grow awhile

Then again, will he make it when he’s older?

Never knew his moms and pop when they were sober

(Project livin ain’t nothing to laugh at)

Rat-A-Tat-Tat watch out for the black tech

Which way is out?

Is it the gates of hell?

Or a jail cell, or getting a job doin well

I excel I’m just a young brother tryin to make it

I worked too hard for a fool tryin to take it

Livin in the badlands step to bat and

Hurtin the mind now you wanna be a bad man

Everything I see (is reality)

On my block, downtown, and even in my family

Ain’t no escape like Alcatraz

The inner city is past, only the strong will last

Scratching: Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough

Be so rough (3X)

Rough (3X)

Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough (2X)