Reality or REALity. The fakeness of Mans reality where you have to make your own REALity to be free.

~Reality or REALity~
What is our reality?
What is your reality?
Our Reality is where you breathe and sleep
Its where you walk and where you heart beats
It’s where the sun is and where the rain falls
It’s where the pain is and where wars are fought
Its where friends are made and where friends betray
Basically it’s the life that you portray
The word reality has the word real in it
LMFAO cause our reality has NO real in it
Filled with lies and fake people
You don’t know who to trust with information that’s vital
It’s hard to be yourself when the hate comes strong
It’s hard to live life when problems never pause
I could spend hours writing on our reality’s wrongs
In reality, our reality aint Real at all
Well… maybe a little but it’s hard to find
And trust me a lot of people are looking all the time
When I stop searching for real in this cage called reality
I free myself and take off into another galaxy
I realized long ago what this place was in actuality
This place was&is my own REALity….
MY REALity is different from OUR reality
Cause there is no hate or senseless killing
No diseases or infected blood spilling
No fake people that you can’t trust really
No kind of debt or payment of currency
Most of the times when I go there its only me
Yep me, a typewriter, and a iPod with some good beats
Each planet in this galaxy has many subjects
I float to one first and take my pick
And for a day or two I ponder it
Thinking about my views and feelings on it
Then I float back to my realities milky way
Its filled with music I just fade away
Good lyrics inspire me
So then I throw my iPod on and play instrumental beats
Then I slowly melt into my craft
No interruptions or bad thoughts from the past
Everything is so clear to me here
But in the our reality it’s like a foggy window shield
Can hardly see as swerve past the problems and stress
How can I think straight going through that mess
Back to my REALity I begin to write after the first four lines
Then it’s like God dimmed my lights
I get sleepy but not tired at all
Then I see blank, I black out, but it’s so sensual
I wake up and look at my word count
I say damn it’s that many words to count
I read, read again and read it one more time
If I like what I wrote then I let it shine
Huh… my writing is the only proof
That my REALity aint just a spoof
It’s real, way realer than where we are
Where some kids don’t know where their parents are
It so much good in our reality
Yet the bad overwhelms the glee
In my REALity I’m just happy and free
How do you feel about your REALity
Everyone has one, they just got to find it
To find it you can’t be so closed minded
(I)Imagination is the key
And you have to be (D)Deep if the key is what you want to achieve and receive
You got to be a (K)Kid at heart, but real from the start (Kid Real Quote)
No bitchass-ness is allowed in these parts
Unless that’s what you about, your reality is what you make out
Of truly being free, knowing that you aren’t just anybody
You do you, and you don’t let negative people influence you
Cuz that’s what haters in our reality try to do
They want you to crumble
Another example of fakeness of our reality, and I’m really being humble
Cuz I can vent even more on all our reality’s problems
But I’m not so just know our reality is a problem
If you unlock your REALity and you have qualities of I.D.K.
Then you will understand how better your mind will play
When you are deep in your own persona
You understand yourself more, your mind, heart, and soul gets closer
First hand you will see
How real your REALity can be
And how fake it is in our reality

~C-Money~ yellaac@yahoo.com (hit me up)

The Perfect Life: UnPerfect Lessons!

Lesson #1: All man has some good in them...or do they?



I tried to picture man
Just to stop all the framing
Pain staking lane
My chest where's its aiming
Flesh eating sickness
That's where I part
Where its eating up the heart-
In a race to the finish-
Where it listened from the start
I thought that it was art
Then it came off the *PAGE*-
And it bit me in the dark
Now 'heartless'
I preceeded 'west'
Where the disease had left
And left 'Reason' swept
Now 'Reason's unsensible
Everything you thought that you knew-
Is no longer principle
Its more miniscule
And more violent fuel-
Added to the mix of 'Ignorance' -
The king to rule
Lets ressurect THE COOL
What a 'history'
Guillotine will limit me
So finish me with imagery
Or they could temp me with infantry
A fighting chance atleast
More like a chance to fight released
Retreat!
After they see the beastly me
Pouncing off of trees
An attack sprung from leaves
Creating a team diseased
Where 'I am legend'
Brutal teams of fiends
Ripped apparel and broken seams-
In my dreams is there regime
Where they dwell in my mind
And I control what they find
Let me conjure a palace
There I reside
Surrounded by knives
Encased with lives-
that fight for me to survive
Have I forgot my reality?
The stars in the galaxy?
The real souls that surrounded me?
Consciousness calls
Rather Consciousness texts
Adjust my specs to view a view correct
I think shes right
Lets escape from this
Then off guard the *PAGES * slip!
And they stepped on it
Ripppp(R.I.P.)....



Ok guy's heres the explaination :

The lyric is about an artist who creates and artform. The artform comes off the page and attacks him. The art pulls the artist into the art where the artform tries to destroy the artist. Ironicly the picture the artist paints or writes is a picture showing the 'good' in mankind. The first way the artform tries to kill the artist is the guillotine. Then the artform changes its mind and decides to make the artist face a whole army 1000 to 1. Reality, Unsensibleness,Ignorance, and Consciousness are all personified. The artist ends up figuring out he can control the world. Every soldier that attacks him is affected with a disease that in turn make them join the authors side. Time passes and the artist becomes king of the land. Soon the artist is contacted by Consciousness and remembers that he left Reality behind. When the artist tries to escape from this world of art, the pages slip and someone steps on it making it "rip" also a pun on 'rest in peace'. The other references to Kayne and Lupe made the story just a little more fun to write.

~TyLFI

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