Too Real
Bright lights alley fights murdering friends over dubs.
Hefty price nothing nice too many has been.
Gun totting ninjas sewer rat room.
Attitudes bigger than the new york skyline.
Everything based on a timeline.
Petty cash used for hash.
Women bashing, tongue lashing.
Unwritten rules, city life blues.
Lipstick stains, menstrual pains.
If we break these chains our freedom we'll gain.
People claim their real yet are called downtown to cut a deal.
How can you look in the mirror each day knowing your taking someone’s freedom
Away?
Hearts smothered in malice, hands cold as ice.
With knives being thrown around we're sure to end up six feet under ground.
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