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