Reality Check - OPM

With brothas always smokin' on the doja

The OPM

Damn we rollin

Hand on the mic

Till we decide about the sick life

Californ-i-a born and raised till this very day

Hell to pay for the ways of the size we blaze

Everyday, a hundred miles an hour

Sorta sour cause my soul’s been devoured

Never looked up above

When push came to shove

As it usually does

Keepin' up with these thugs

Doin' all of these drugs with no means of direction

Infection

But here’s my objection

Rejection

By your whole congregation

With no empathy for my situation

No place in society thats my reality

Angry dont know whos the enemy

I’m in deep

Beneath the streets

It’s hard to creep from city to city

With all these hitters and the heat

Killin' me, stealin from me

Makes no sense to me

So I keep it tight with the homies in the family

Here’s a reality check from the streets of California

Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on, yo

Things ain’t always what they seem

Things ain’t always what they seem

Here’s a reality check from the streets of California

Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on, yo

Things ain’t always what they seem

Things ain’t always what they seem

We’re all smokin

Tryin' the SO’s

Broken homes

Chokin' locos

For pesos

Slingin' dope by the case-os

Smokin' cocos

Laced with angel dust and opium

Cities for niggas causin' fuckin' pandemonium

Spoiled by suburbia

Cottonmouth what then all the man

Formin' corny reputations

Bustin' tracks from Kid Kreation

Me and the artists who performed the hardest collaberations

Born and raised in the golden state

Don’t invite no plates

Servin' up some dinner

For southern county serial sinner

Imperial

Superial lyrical

In again

See the opium den

We see the man who posed prohibitin'

And drop a eight to eliminate a peaceful

Evolution of man

For your political pollution

There’s no solution for these county criminal minds

Just subliminal rhymes

Hypnotizing mankind

Here’s a reality check from the streets of California

Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo

Things ain’t always what they seem

Things ain’t always what they seem

Here’s a reality check from the streets of California

Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo

Things ain’t always what they seem

Things ain’t always what they seem

Heres a reality check from the streets of Califonia

See California the major growth industry

Are private security and penitentiary

Risin from the climatose

Cold-war economies

That’s why the pigs got my homies down on their knees

Lined up against the walls

So the community can see

That the po po won’t go away

So please, now

Open up your eyes guys

You can realize

That the land of sunny skies

Disguised as paradise

Is a lie

Here’s a reality check from the streets of California

Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo

Things ain’t always what they seem

Things ain’t always what they seem

Here’s a reality check from the streets of California

Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo

Things ain’t always what they seem

Things ain’t always what they seem