Into the real world [Demo Unedited Version]

Ey, man can I ask you a simple question question/
Why it seem like decieving and lying is their profession/
They think because they say they from the hood that makes'em bad/
Why all they claiming stuff that they never had?/

Now lets start with you, the poser boy/
In the day you sag your pants and walk around acting like you got swag/
Then by night they get real quiet because one of they boys is in a body bag/
So is it worth time, effort, and sacrifice to make a cheap dime/
If you still have doubts about the subject, sit back and listen to this rhyme/

So let me into your depths of your mind/
why do yall wanna be a trap stars?/
So you didn't think school alone would get you to those fast cars?/
Now look at ya dumby sitting there rotting behind bars?/

You think you hard because you rep this hood or that one?
Bet you won't rep shi* when you squared off with a gun./
You think you got it all under control and planned out/
Bang bang you dead
I promise your news story will stand out/

All you ever wanna do is talk about girls who give head/
And go round the city trying pimpin and make bread/
Ha, I've seen that stuff get my friends locked up/
I just don't wanna see you ending up having to go there
Cuz when you go you'll come out as fruity as a carebare/

Ha ha, you think that this was over?/
You should try to live your life livin sober/
Now I'm moving from the poser to the drunk man/
Whose spending half his life hoverin over a trash can/

You beat your kids then move on to your wife/
But since you so drunk you know your memory gone bad.
Next thing you know you got sentenced 20 to life/
For an excuse of a human being you are certainly a sad case/
Just like before you come out of jail, your voice lost its bass/
Now you just looking silly and fruity/
Trying to get up in some dude willies booty/

What's wrong am I right or wrong?/
Can't a man put a bit of truth in his song/
Really I wonder why I even bother/
I'm talking to you just like a father/

You say that no one was there for you as a child/
But people like me been in your life the whole while/
You just didn't wanna listen to the truth/
You were to busy listening to fake gangsters in the booth/

Ma and pa won't be there always to help you out/
All that you need to do is just help yourself/
Cuz when you're alone you might aswell be on the shelf/
I know that this truth aint fair/
But listen the real world does no care/

They'll crush you/
Damn you/
Snuff you/
And a lotta times kill you./
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(Work In progress, I don't normally write songs. Normally just write. This is a rough draft only the first part. Really its just a poem right now rather than song.)

Tell me what you think, hope my next piece is better.

i love it! it makes me think about my cousin

Thanks, I was hoping it would remind some people of others, and have others take the initiative to get involved in a troubled ones life.

ya... he's a really good guy he just got caught up in trying to live like those rappers. you kno what i mean?

Yeah I know exactly what it is that you mean

I hope he realizes that's not the way to live before it's too late.

I do also, wish him luck from me

I will. thanks.

lovely song.
check mine out please
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thanks.