Story Behind The Song

This song was written for the sole purpose of direction,correction,and protection.People's minds should be elevated all the time and used for good not evil.

Song Description

This song describes the importance of rappers and people in general to be real to themselves and to stop portraying false images to the young and old generation.

Lyrics

Verse One- The burgers not done it's still kind of red,too many rappers in the game not using there head,how they spending there bread son not to wise,every twenty three seconds yeah somebody dies,foolish actions the main attraction,in every neighborhood a gun is blasting,God bring's peace not women and money,then you wonder why wineo's turn into junkies,kids turn into flunkies yeah something is wrong,yeah check the reality yeah something is gone,cats walking in packs assaulting us blacks,all we see on tv yeah war an attacks,rich people the worse yeah there moneys a curse,there minds overloading waiting to burst,everybody's looking for that authority claim,going through life not "Real To The brain".

Chorus: You not real to the brain the streets still the same,the game is all about drugs money and fame,the game is jealousy envy and pain,the science is gone now they straight entertain.

Verse two- Wealth can't help you escape when early death comes,a bad case of direah catching the runs,major catastrophe enormous the sums,evil people in the world yeah there exhausting the funds,Bloomberg yeah has a big hold on the jobs,there's still no excuse to go out and rob,we must have faith we know who's in charge,nobody has power but Jesus and God,stop breaking the code stop wearing the gold,yeah that platinum your wearing could never be cold,stop reading them books on how to do crime,not one book could show you how to do time,too many people involved the case could never be solved,everywhere is crazy in the world we evolve,everybody's looking for that authority claim,going through life not "Real To The brain".

Chorus: Repeat chorus.

Verse Three - I was abused as a child my crew is too wild,I was meant for this life son my fate is on trial,too much poverty in the streets yeah why should i smile,two felonies son police got me on file,too many excuses why you live like you do,son don't let the devil take the life out of you,yeah you gotta be strong don't explode like a bomb,success could be fast son success could be long,the fatal thoughts in your head son never was true,when you pray to God son you will know what to do,the more of the money the bigger the crook,don't be a fantasy son that you read in a book,don't live unstable bring your brain to the table,the mind beholds more chanells than cable,yeah everybody's looking for that authority claim,going through life not "Real To The brain".

Chorus: Repeat chorus.