Lyrics:
Wounded The The Real

in my head. When the fire is at your feet. Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed. Preachers of reality, It is all but real I see. Oh watch over

how it's goin' down You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels Look at that ring right there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest

a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy Spill the champagne on them p-ssies Yeah, same shit different rest room Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound

real excited now i'm all inside it, you can feel it warming you gonna scream to god i go hard, i'm from brooklyn ... on my war wounds, looking at my tattoos

Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me That pulls beneath the surface

catch you if you fall my way Sooo... Repeat -1- -3- I know it never felt so real I know it never felt so true I know you never felt like this 'til I wound

never real I want to let go of the pain I felt so long (Erase all the pain till it's gone) I wanna heal, I wanna feel Like I'm close to something real

third of a human [Incomprehensible] Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe 'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein' real I don'

learned my lesson well, I?m not lovin? anymore If I seem like a jaded man I?ve been burned time and again By the flames of love, Lord above Knows I try real