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Composer / Producer:
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Dean B.A. Williams
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Reality
Intro.
Fi mi granny ma…. Say grand son don’t vex
Some day some how you have to face
The stress reality to society is a treat
A, impac…………..
Cho rept.
Got to face reality, reality this is a message weah mi granny
Use to preach to me.
This sin city, reality to be a man you have to face up what it is to be.
Verse.
Reality a de poor alone depress, mi baby mumma left mi
Through she can’t take the stress.
Mi grand ma drop out mi will tell you the rest
Mi hold life story it is a mess.
First time in a mi life, mi feel fi buy one Gluck.
Through mi hear from the shout that mi brother get chop.
Ma stops mi many times from squeezes non stop.
Mi knows mi wouldn’t stop squeezes till all a mi enemies’ dem drop.
Now fi mi brother get caught by the cops.
Through in forma dudz, Used him mouth non stop.
Mi mumma mad she weah fi kill mi family dem one, one She weah dem kill me or fi me kill one.
Verse.
Reality, society can’t handle, them weah fi see youths them in a chain and bangle.
No apology fi the poor and needy.
Before them give them job, them give them gun fi handle.
Granny say son, do what, you know you do best.
Bad mine Noh like fi see a next youth progress.
So,,,,,,, that’s why they fight mi fi mi music.
So…… them weah fi see the Pac loose it.
No….. Cause a music mi those, ahhhhh some song sound so confusing.
Parents the little kids stop abuse them, hunnu the way
Them a the future so teach them so,
Song written by: Dean Williams
Date May, 03, 09
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