Return of the Real - Barney Artist

Another verse that I’m writing

Here from my bed

Spittin' verbs doing worse

Cus

When these borthers are moving tens

Then get stuck in the cycle

Or back in to make the rent

My mom said

Don’t jump in this live

Following trends

I said I won’t

But got caught up lying

To make some friends

Silly ain’t the word

When you search

To make amends

For the dumbness

That you’ve done

Gold

Never something caught

Let me find the Lord

Nothing is employing

When they slam the door

Fortunally good fortune was something

That I could afford

Cus' when you look like me

You never know

How you be seen by law

Young black man

Young black man

I said that thing twice

But my brothers will understand

When they’re shaking

To shake your hand

Claiming they understand

Proclaiming they got a plan

To be saving us from this land

Wow

Been speaking to my sister

She’s got questions

And I’ve been keeping it light

Keeping it messured

Then I realized

That feeding her lies

So I spray in the booth

Display what I view

Able to proof that we

the truth

Right now it’s return of the real

Home is where the art is

Let me paint how I feel