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