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This is something I wrote a few years ago, When I was going through some hard times
The title is 'REAL"
Real is this pain, it's like a disease, Real anxiety attacks, can't even breathe
Real is when you slip and your brother catches you on the flip
Real is the crime we all wanted to commit, but it's only Real when you don't tell the investigators shit
Real is when you get letters in the mail, Real is the ones bringing smokes so it's not so bad in jail
Real is the family thats there through thick and thin, they are there for you time and time again
Real is the ones that come and visit you and put their fist to the glass, tell you hold you head up homie,
These hard times will pass
Real is the blood which flows in my veins, Real is this time, Real is this pain
