{Jaja Soze}

Yo! this is the other side of the story you never hear about

Killers looking out the jail windows and start cryin' out

Like "Mom I miss you!"

Please forgive me

Don't mean to diss you

Sittin' here

Wipin' the tears

With a tissue

Mom I miss you

But what about the rapper that blings

Mostly sings

But didn't tell the fans his mom bought those things

With her last wages

From her cleaning job

Sweeping stages

For the mere fact

She'd rather you be happy

Than locked in cages

{Akala}

There's no honesty

Honestly it bothers me

Done with the fake shit

Flick your heels Dorothy

Run off back to OZ with fake tales of Montana grams

Like 99% of the block strugglin' for a grand

Grandmother diabetic

Insulin gets injected and little kids neglected

'Cause parents livin' reckless

I've done wrong can't judge the suppliers

But there's far too many fiends in my life to ever glorify it

[Chorus: Akala & Jaja]

The otherside that you never see on television

The otherside when a killers shed a tear in prison

The otherside ain't written in gold

It's really cold

The otherside of the truth but it's never been told

The otherside ain't no fake rap videos

Just jail cells, funerals and the mental homes

This rap shit used to be the news for the hood

Now everyone's jumpin' round like it's all good

{Verse 3: Akala}

What you know about moms addicted to the pipe

Hood plus the wicked type

Dads in and out of jail

And he's an Ike "I Am-ite"

What you know about two parents with two jobs each

With a grown man for a son that raps talkin' grease

{Jaja Soze}

See everybody's in a gang but not really prepared

See you're a plumber not a killer really you're scared

And you would brag about the killin', not the nightmares

You going to flow where you sleep and got sweat in your tears

{Akala}

One of my O.G.s told me once

He couldn't pull up to the lights

Without seeing the night that he first took a life

He vomited for months on end, then picked back up the sting

And he'll be 65 before he ever see his ends again

{Jaja Soze}

I got some close friends and killers that work nursing clones

Smoking something that poisoned them to the mental homes

Repeat the cycle of destruction that was built for the zones

Self genocide sellin' each other coke bones

[Chorus: Akala & Jaja]

The otherside that you never see on television

The otherside when a killers shed a tear in prison

The otherside ain't written in gold

It's really cold

The otherside of the truth but it's never been told

The otherside ain't no fake rap videos

Just jail cells, funerals and the mental homes

This rap shit used to be the news for the hood

Now everyone's jumpin' round like it's all good

{Akala and Jaja}

Hey Jaja have you seen um, these grown men fibbin'

Too scared of themselves admit about how they're really feelin'

Yeah I see them talkin' about killin'

Lyin' at home chillin'

No guns, no knife they just lyin' about drug dealin'

What ever happened to really really fightin' the system

If we body dem we body for dissin' mothers and sisters

Man, what happened to the progress

All I see is crossdress

If you lyin' to these kids then that just makes you hopeless

This music is our culture weapon if we use it right

Or point it at our own heads, this is self-suicide

Do these little kids in the sticks

Really think these guys are real

Would they be making rap songs if they really kill

If you're in real beef

And your name's on the poster

It ain't that hard to just

Drive by and toast ya'

Yo Jaja did your dad leave

Ya my dad left, bro

Yeah fam, mine as well

And I still can't let go

The pain of how I grew up

People call me a screw up

Drunk half the nights off Henney until I threw up

Walkin' around the block

Me and my brother tore up

Me and my mom at the post office

For 20 pounds we cued up

Me and my big sis

Fightin' grown men crazy

Big brother died as a baby

So who the fuck you think raised me

So what's the message in the song

Be honest nothing more

If you really live the grind

Just be honest and make sure

If you a straight A student

Don't pretend you're a shooter

I know grown men that can't read

And end up bein' losers

Cause the other side is just like anywhere else

We just wanna live good and help ourselves

[Chorus: Akala & Jaja]

The otherside that you never see on television

The otherside when a killers shed a tear in prison

The otherside ain't written in gold

It's really cold

The otherside of the truth but it's never been told

The otherside ain't no fake rap videos

Just jail cells, funerals and the mental homes

This rap shit used to be the news for the hood

Now everyone's jumpin' round like it's all good