Can I be for real?

Can-I-be-for-real?

I still get shy some days….

Pour my liquor to the sky some days….

I don’t even know why-I don’t even know how-

Hope this feeling been common place….

Cuz, I been out of patience.

Sundays, I been out of prayers.

Good kid, madd city,

But At least I’m not a player.

(Can-I-be-for-real?)

Do you feel it too?

The world changed…the world’s staged….

The message in the bottle…

Is the hood to blame?

Is the world aflame?

It all moves too fast to follow….

Can’t quit though-

Boy I came too far to lose,

This grind been too hypotenuse,

The high rims….the long yards….

I don’t know which one to choose…

So I ask you though?

(Can-I-be-for-real?)

Can-I-be-for-real?

Can I show my pain and-not conceal?

In a world that don’t care-how I feel,

I just need one thing -that’s real…

So tell me now—

Can-I-be-for-real?

(Can-I-be-for-real?)

(Can-I-be-for-real?)

(Can-I-be-for-real?)