What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain

When reality’s just light interpreted by your brian

And if mine and your perceptions ain’t one and the same

Which one of us is normal which one is insane 

The skin never forgets a deep abrasion

Yet your brain often forgets deep conversations

This annoys me due to the nature of humanity

Want to remember the good, not just the bad things that happened to me

And yeah, I understand mu minds an intricate tapestry

So is the skin and that still records damage, see

This scar above my eyebrow’s from when I was a kid

And my skin has kept a record of the damage I did

Twenty some years down the line from that very day

Documentation of carelessness and the price that you pay

Yet it’s over complex brain that sits inside of my head

Can’t remember the last things me and my friend J said

I don’t want to be just devoid of desire

I don’t want to be another bird on the wire

I don’t want to be just a long on the fire 

I don’t want to be that at all

I got a heart rate that’s erratic 

I guess god fucked up the schematic

I can’t hack it and I panic and that makes it go pneumatic

Causing landslides t-t-t-tearing up my insides

Sometimes I think I’ll live forever, but I know I won’t 

When I really should be working on my flow I don’t 

I just sit here and read extracts from this note I wrote

Trying to find something that is worth a quote

Fixing up mad Bitches like lobotomy stitches 

When I hit a tight rhyme see my leg it twitches

I ain’t into this game for the fame or riches

Good to write tight rhymes, street poems and scriptures

Now what’s the point I’m making? Why I am saying this out loud?

Am I convincing myself or pandering to the crowd?

You can hear every word, you would still never know me

Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars but he’ll still be Spicoli