You
don't have a dream, fake it.
But the relation, you can't fake a dream.
You got to fake it because we don't have dreams these days.
How the hell can you have a dream?
For what?
So everybody's,
everybody's jiving,
but let's jive on that level.
In my mom's eyes when she realized I was sly for the guys,
cause that's the life.
She said, son, man, the answer's never right.
But if that * is wrong,
then I don't want to be alive.
I left a girl that I love for my life.
Cut the * that happened just wasn't right.
A man I can't judge.
End of the day, who am I?
And I still see her face in the night.
I get drunk and wanna type.
I might get drunk and start a fight.
But coach train me, I'll be alright.
I'll slide and hit him with a rat.
I'm battling my demons on sight.
Man,
I can't say there ain't a time my mother caught me with a knife.
So who am I to lie and tell my young G's not to slide?
And when I say that I'm fine,
niggas know I ain't alright.
But still I say it all the time.
I say it all the time and I just smile.
I
just smile.
I still smile with these tears in my eyes.
The first lie ever heard in my life was,
man,
don't cry.
I still cry sometimes when I write.
And I don't even know the reason why.
Alright, I accept that one.
Of course, of course you're lying.
I don't even want to care.
What does the truth matter?
And why are you going to be truthful
with me when you lie to everybody else?
You lied when you smiled at that cracker down the job,
right?
Lie to me, smile.
Treat me the same way you would treat him.
You must.
You must.
Because I've caught the frowns and the anger.
He's happy with you.
Of course he doesn't know you're unhappy.
You've cried at him all day long.
You come home and I catch you.
Because I love you.
I get least of you.
I get the very minimum.