Real

I’m real, I keep it real I don’t sugar coat nothing, I keep it real Conscious Rasta up in here, you know the deal Keep it real, or keep it moving Making real lyrics, as I need improving Selassie I kept it real Made Ethiopia solid like iron steel People say they have a tight circle But me I have a triangle If you’re lucky a square, 4-man team Certified dreams, wanna get the cream Be careful a lot of people out here trying to scheme If I was born in the 60’s, I would have rolled with the black panthers Humble servants in their communities, would have showed me the right answers When you’re at the bottom of volcano, they see you burn But when you’re at the top of the mountain, then the tables turn They don’t want to see a Rasta trod and prosper But I’m a conquer like the lion of Judah They don’t like me because I tell the truth My poetry is so conscious, I want to uplift the youths I’ve always been real and that’s a fact I can’t be fake; I feel that’s an act So keep it simple, be honest and keep it real Yeah yeah that’s the real deal.