R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. chords by 
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Key: C major•
Verse 1
Bm
Reality, ain't always the truth
Interlude 1
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Bm
Verse 2
Bm
I lived in a spot called millbrooke projects
The original criminal minded
rap topic
With twenty cents in
my pocket I saw the light
If you're young gifted and black,
you got no rights
Your only true right, is a right to a fight
And not a fair fight,
I wake up wonderin' who died last night
Everyone and everything is at war
Makin' my poetic expression hardcore
I ain't afraid to say it,
and many can't get with it
At times in my life,
I was a welfare recipient
I ate the free cheese,
while the church said believe
And went to school everyday,
like a god damn fool
Well anyway, here I am,
chillin' at the party
Brothers lookin' at me like
they want to kill somebody
A cypher manifested in
the center of the jam
I got to show these wack
rappers really who I am
It's me against them,
so I clear the phlegm
And wage the war,
hardcore to the end
For someone lookin' inside,
yeah from the out
It seems like disrespect is what
rap is all about
But hip- hop as a culture,
is really what we give it
But sometimes the culture contradicts
how we live it
Cause every black kid lives two
and three lives
The city's a jungle,
Verse 3
only the strong will survive
Bm
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the truth
Verse 4
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Bm
Every single day I hear lie after lie
Like "black people don't die,
we multiply"
So when I kick a rhyme
I represent how I feel
The sacred street art of keepin' it real
Why I gotta listen, to somebody else?
How they got wealth,
let me talk about myself
But all I really got is hip-
hop and a glock
The results are obvious,
if I'm confined to my block
Occasionally, in the city I'm released
To meet other beasts,
lookin' for the feast
We grunt and growl, on the prowl,
as the air gets thinner
"yo yo there he go,
him," there's the dinner
White meat, carryin' a bag of some sort
Life is short,
white meat is quickly caught
A scuffle a muffle yet none
of us hesitated
Like mother africa,
white meat is violated
We quickly disappear,
like santa's little elves
And go into a area to fight
amongst ourselves
We say, "peace piece" cause that's
what we really want
Verse 5
A piece of the pie that america flaunts
Bm
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the truth
Interlude 2
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Bm
Verse 6
Bm
The truth is that police must
serve and protect
Reality is black youth is shown
no respect
The truth is government has
a war against drugs
Reality is government is ruled by thugs
With all this technology,
above and under
Humanity still hunts down one another
Rappers display artistic cannibalism
Through lyricism,
we fight each other over rhythm
Through basic animal instincts, we think
So the battle for mental territory is glory,
end of story
Verse 7
Bm
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
Bm
Outro 1
Yeah
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