renditions of reality when you slip into reality ho s want to straddle me player haters wanna battle me but i shed them all like calories prophecy preacher lend your ear and i ll reach ya and if your willing to be taught i mma teach ya i m not a people person truth is i can t stand too many people so many fake the funk and perpetrate and call me evil but evil is a harsh word tell the mockingbird that i said it a man of my word i won t regret it if i let it get to me like it get to them i m no better the same message over and over with different set up player hating is a art of a scandalous and shifty person some do it oh so well i ll be damned if they don t rehearse it disperse it to people like me and you everyday and they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away and now i pray for an end of the madness no more sadness should fall to my people that preside to be the baddest and all that they do and say but overshadowed by a cloud turning night to day it s so tremendous that you couldn t even walk away if you chose to you even suppose to watch the ones you close to now that s insane tell me will it change i m confused not a thing to lose this shit is far from positive and saddens like the blues paying dues ain t the only part of duties that bestow to the chosen spitting in the microphone and dodging player haters til my temper hit the ceiling and this how they got a nigga feeling i done fell into reality  my renditions of reality call it bad or good wrong or right note believe in me believe in me and i believe in you everything is alright one day it s going to hit me like a ton of bricks i m feeling so sick one of my dogs passed and shit i m feeling like killing em all but what s that solve he s still goin be dead in the morning why take the fall inside i be so mad i m finna burst instead of chevy s my homie s rolling in the back of a hearse you know what s worse it s too hard to cope with some days murderous ways leaving me shaking in a daze comatose completely tore up nerves be so bad i want to throw up i m about to blow up in a rage i need to talk nobody want to listen on the corner murder mind state condition overload pull the trigger stress got the best of suicide pour out some liquor another grave digger gets paid digging our grave for senseless ways keep to ourselves and stay paid all of my dogs can t die i visit the sky and reminisce when i m high i m never going to lie i got love for peoples dead or alive or we can smoke out in the ride in my memory reality is just a fragment a fragment inside of my soul my eyes are closed my head is spinning my head is spinning i swear to god i don t know this is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders keep it in your clique fuck the outsiders people hating on everything and everything s the same everybody is a player and life is a silly game it s a damn shame daddy died eleven years today i wonder if he know i m doing straight could you tell him something if you see my pops before i do let him know that he s remembered by my crew and everyday in my mind anyplace anytime looking in the sky for the seventh sign i walk around nobody knows what i do sealing fates and date rapes as my body transcends through this portal of life smoking blunts wronging my rights i live for the night because i melt in the light completely out of site for facts so unknown so grotesque never stated on microphones so alone in this fucked up world it sucks dick everybody got a problem with something and you can bet i be the last one more like the last dragon no swords to ever let this world contort the way you re thinking it s so essential it gives us all the potential to take over the world in our mentals if i can t live my life the way i want to live my life then why can t i die why can t i die my renditions of reality bad or good wrong or right believe in me i believe in you rendition of reality alright note bad or good wrong or right believe in me and i ll believe in you and everything s tight reality is a fragment inside my soul my eyes are closed head s spinning and i don t know it s just reality bad or good wrong or right believe in me and i ll believe in you and everything s tight reality is a fragment inside my soul my eyes are closed head s spinning and i don t know and i don t know since you re too fuckin lazy to turn this shit off and seein how you re just sitting there listenin doin nothin we figured we d tell you a story let s see if you can figure out what i m trying to say yeah there once was a ninja named jack picklebush he lived in the thre one three area code now this kid wasn t no ordinary ninja because his nut bag was four times the size of his head everybody in the neighborhood calls him fat sack jack now his three homeboys ron don and jon from over on eighth st used to dash home from school just so they could jump up and down and play on jack s fat fuckin ball sack now the other day while they was hoppin and flippin and having fun jon ripped a huge ass crease right up the ass of his wranglers he wasn t wearin any drawers but the fact that his naked ass fell out wasn t what embarrassed jack what did however was that all his friends now knew his lifelong secret jon has two anuses that s right double rosebuds now everybody got a great laugh on including fat sack jack and when they finally finished bustin on jon they noticed it was eight o clock time for monday night wrestling and so they all ran over to don s house because he s the only one that has cable after wrestling was over they all grabbed some faygo s and some swisher sweets packed with buds and they all laid out on fat sac jack s fat fuckin ball bag and stared up into the stars when they finally got home and went to bed shit it was something like two in the morning now figure it out smart ass bye i mean i got the story but 