Really Real

i feel like im caught

like i cant find my spot

i thought my sound was hot

but then its like not

its kinda like the wind blow

and then every word i say just start to go

and then i start my flow

like how do i even know who is really real

who is there to chill

or who is there cause my writing skill

man u know how that makes me feel

knowin ur only there cause u think ima big deal

i do this rhymin cause it turns my wheel

everything else is about to peel

even though my hearts like steel

im stuck in these moments where im tryin to heal

and this is me that im tryin to reveal

im just a ryder keepin it real?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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