[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
write
worsen
women
watch
wanna
walking
version
tryna
treat
sweats
teeth
surface
still
spirits
white
speak
songs
sleep
shorties
seems
rhyme
weary
reverse
region
purple
point
person
paparazzi
often
never
somehow
nature
streets
paper
mother
people
mentality
follow
could
condition
yours
cocky
heard
insert
children
smoke
catch
chief
wonder
better
lives
another
decent
these
anointed
souls
devour
charge
break
really
green
guess
across
blacks
black
games
drama
circle
through
beyond
dreams
colored
brave
faith
bishop
honored
expect
music
fatherless
strong
forever
freedom
ghetto
lesson
retreat
girls
homes
verse
themselves
homework
hours
hustlers
marley
joint
lessen
magic
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