[Intro: Sir]
Real n***a sh**
[Verse 1: Sir]
And so the story began, with a young black man
From the South-Side, a Chicago's hood
Understood winters get cold
And summers get hot
And so does the block
Anytime after, 9 o'clock
Five to nine n***as clock-in, control the spot
No cooking in the kitchen kids, cause the stove is hot
The souls are not
Liberated
Indoctrinated with hatred and self destruction
Unaware we are the victims of a criminal construction
And i thought i was supposed to be the keeper of my brother
But now brothers keep bullets to put, holes in each other
PREACH
The city made me aware of the hustle
That you gotta protect your check either through lead or through muscle
PREACH
Lessons of survival
Dead on arrival
Jesus my request is can you tell me if I can protect my body from the bullets with a Bible?
RealNighash**
[Verse 2: Sir]
Lil dude with the gla**es bumping all in your hood
Single parent home, my momma did what she could
To keep me out the streets
The streets eventually would
Catch a n***a slipping right in front of the Wood
Ducking and dodging bullets, its squad mobbing
And pistols that solve problems,if God can't solve problems
For people who pray
For resolution
Hear the shots near revolutions
Sitting sipping sh** like should I ask Sway?
Who got the answers?
Maybe I do
Maybe the city's been stuck in a sickened survival
Tell you what I'd do
I'd pull the people from poverty up through the bayou
My chain
Latched to the roots of a Timberland tree, my history
Hangs
RealNighash**
[Verse 3: Sir]
We lose our queens to misogyny
Change our kingdoms for gangs
Is that too real
Tell me for how long do we k**?
Trapped by the confines are still miseducated minds
If truth lies in the eyes, then all we see is stay alive
I took a road less traveled
A wrong turn could be my demise
Devised a plan to make a dream deferred a dream defined
And change the lives through rhymes that I inscribe
Between the lines
RealNighash**