Produced by and Featuring Mark Hoy, this song seeks to present the reality many People of Color must contend with in this country wherein the laws are written against us, and the society is so diametrically opposed to our success that a nearly impossible trap to escape is laid out before us.
In the realm of the Dream
Life is served on a palter
the work, it doesn’t matter
add-up, laughter come cheaper than Präda
Worries and Woes are absent
flaccid, pass it by,
with a flash of the passion
but if you ask’em
how lonely the mansion
he’ll lack an answer
cuz the fact is a phantom
holdin him ransom
runnin in tandem, droppin in random
arbitrary standards
magination damned him
cuz… this is the land of the real
Where hard work
pays perks, quench thirsts, and hurts
time bursts, through curse
and friends are survivors
Standing and walking the road there to shoulder
the weight of the burden,
defendin the verdict,
your struggle is worth it,
a hint is emergent
that hurdles averted
and, outcomes are real
tangible the feel
hold them in your hand
like them cards you have to deal
and you get what you’ve got
but have to use your skill
cuz nothing comes cheap
In the land of the real
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greed,
the mightiest force in the world
the only truth that I see
the only reality I can afford
head strong
a daunting scene
the death sentence that I plead
your lies wont pay my rent
nor mouths will they feed
bomb shells to sky rises
deficit to price rises
the cleaner the city
the darker the ghetto
the quicker to pull the stiletto
meek are the sizes our checks render
our bosses despise us
hello
expendable workers
slaved till they dirt us
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