[Verse 1]
Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
People walk and talk in they sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams
On how to get green our faith is all in a jeep
Black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
Whatchu expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother
Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region
Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin'
We want decent homes
So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on
It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong
Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs
For the real people
[Verse 2]
I wonder is the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me
yours
magic
lessen
joint
marley
hours
homework
themselves
verse
homes
girls
retreat
lesson
ghetto
strong
bishop
faith
brave
colored
dreams
beyond
drama
games
black
blacks
across
guess
freedom
green
charge
devour
circle
souls
these
decent
another
lives
better
wonder
catch
really
break
smoke
insert
heard
condition
could
follow
forever
through
mentality
anointed
paper
streets
nature
people
never
often
music
niggaz
chief
paparazzi
point
cocky
purple
person
region
reverse
weary
hustlers
rhyme
seems
shorties
expect
sleep
songs
speak
write
white
spirits
somehow
still
surface
teeth
sweats
honored
treat
tryna
children
version
walking
wanna
fatherless
mother
watch
women
worsen
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