Real

I’m real, I keep it real

I don’t sugar coat nothing, I keep it real

Conscious Rasta up in here, you know the deal

Keep it real, or keep it moving

Making real lyrics, as I need improving

Selassie I kept it real

Made Ethiopia solid like iron steel

People say they have a tight circle

But me I have a triangle

If you’re lucky a square, 4-man team

Certified dreams, wanna get the cream

Be careful a lot of people out here trying to scheme

If I was born in the 60’s, I would have rolled with the black panthers

Humble servants in their communities, would have showed me the right answers

When you’re at the bottom of volcano, they see you burn

But when you’re at the top of the mountain, then the tables turn

They don’t want to see a Rasta trod and prosper

But I’m a conquer like the lion of Judah

They don’t like me because I tell the truth

My poetry is so conscious, I want to uplift the youths

I’ve always been real and that’s a fact

I can’t be fake; I feel that’s an act

So keep it simple, be honest and keep it real

Yeah yeah that’s the real deal.