Verse 1: Corinthian

In my own state of mind sometimes escape reality

All the harsh things that try to hold me down and battle me

Catching cases with my own self and then I give in

To stereotypes

From society I can't escape

The ministers

Putting hits out on all the sinners

That dont invest their time and assets inside the temples

Life's about the choices we make, I guess democracy

But cuffed by the hands of all these morals and these policies

All I want to do is live my life and get a little doe

Creflo Dollar type funds

Manipulate the lost ones

I try to do this

I try to do that

I try to live Positive

But still I am a reject

What I got to do just to fit in?

To Win?

I want to go to Heaven when I die

I wonder why?

All the high and mighty look down and point their fingers

But the nails in Jesus hands were beside two sinners

I just want to live

Without being condemed

And all that bullshit

Hook: I always keep it real, because people love the real me (4x)

Verse 2: Ray Kincaid

Not seeing success W

As stuck on my mental process

And thats hard to digest

Thats why I strive

And try to survive

Pushing that nine to five

Everyday and every fucking night

And thank God for that walgreens shirt

Because I could have been on your curve

Pushing that white girl...yeah

Because my whole family hustle

Moving that weight like they trying to gain muscles

It's a struggle

So you better bring a rubber

Because life is bitch that surely will fuck you

But thats if you let her

But I know better

I pin her ass down and I get up in her

And every since Nas told me that the world was mine

A nigga been on his grind

Kung fu kicking these rhymes

And trying to get better with time

Like wine

A third eye nigga, a third eye

Corinthian: (A third eye)