Oh to be stared by real in the face
and turn one's back from it
Like a beggar turning back the alms
of another poorer wit.
Real, i am as real as it gets
what more does this world demands from me?
i have hidden too long, i have faced the music
and it was slapped right back at me.
So now im left with only this, the darker rhymes
the lines that feel my pain
of friends, and foes, what do i know?
i have stood with them, with nothing to gain.
