House Of Krazees

Slip Into Reality

House Of Krazees


You've just slipped into reality where guns crash
And drug raids is an everyday thing when the nuts hang
They don't even got a name fame dont mean nothin'
Only the cash flow it ain't black or white it's called rich or poor 
Now you know me the R.O.C. my name never commited a crime 
Try to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go down 
Slain in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frowns
Pull they gats out fast now my time has passed 
At the funeral my aunt told me i could cry at last 
I lashed out with tears huggin and kissin 
Riddle me this riddle me that why im still livin 
These years fo life advice to the youth 
When they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin through 
They say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fight 
As long as the pistols in sight and the moneys tight 
But all in all they think like that they dont fall 
Product of americas nightmare im tellin yall 
Believe me when i tell you i aint trippin 
Just tryin to help you out from slippin into reality 

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin faded 
Violated and also very much intoxicated 
This is dedicated to my main man 
And when he died never did I understand 
Why he went away although i didnt cry 
Tried to play the big man kept my feelings inside 
Never ever shed a tear for the last ten years 
I been hangin with my peers and facin my fears 
This shit is gettin clear the government got us in focus 
Bill Clinton push the button nuclear hocus pocus 
They tried to provoke us with trees infest us with disease 
Tell me how to live and when to die and who should i believe 
Realize the realism of reality 
Life is filled with technacalities and fucked up formalities 
Automaticaly and statisticly we walkin dead 
Roamin the wasteland with a bounty on our heads 
Avoid scenarios of abuse to my spouse 
Brothers younger than me are steady posted in a crackhouse 
And everybody totin guns like its some kind of fashion 
Be careful when them busters are blastin' when you slip into reality 

One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks 
I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and shit 
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but what's that solve 
He still gonna be dead in the morning why take the fall 
Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst 
Instead of a Chevy's my homie's rollin in the back of a hearse
You know it's worse 
It's too hard to cope with some days 
Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a daze 
Comatose, completely tore up 
Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up 
I'm bout to blow up 
In a rage I need to talk, nobody wanna listen 
On the corner, mental mindstate position 
Overload pull the trigger 
Stress got the best of suicide 
Pour out some liquor 
Another grave digga gets paid 
Digging a grave for senseless ways
Keep to ourself is what i say 
All of my dawgs can't die, 
I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high 
Never gonna lie I got love for my niggas 
Dead or alive, reality check
We can do it on the outside