Real Man

Say real man with your pants hangin down,

Lookin like a fool acting like a clown.

Chilling with your boys with a forty in your hand

Trying to prove to them that you`re a real man.

Dank in your pocket,

Bandanna on your head,

Knowing that rag is why your homeboy is dead.

Throwing up your signs as a car rolls by,

Tell me real man what you gonna do when the bullets start to fly?

Will you run around the corner and try to get away,

or stand up and fight cause your a real man or so you say?

So tell me real man if you were the main target who were you shooting at?

It missed him and hit a three year old in the back.

It`s the white guy`s fault is what you always say,

but did the white guy make you kill a three year old today?

You can`t take it back, what`s done is done,

because of your ignorance, you`ve killed an innocent one.

SO tell me real man how can you call yourself a REAL man,

cause I haven`t met a REAL man yet who couldn`t fight with his own two hands.

SO I beg of you in these last few lines,

the next time that car rolls by,

use your brain and not your nine.

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