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willie d - is it real (my mind still playin' tricks on me) lyrics

chorus:
is it fiction, is it fact?
is it fake or reality?
all i know for sure
is my mind’s still playing tricks on me

(verse 1)
here i go again, the same old sh-t
my mind is still playing tricks
cause today when i left my residence
i heard we had a new black president
and he wasn’t no uncle tom
rudy poof stankin’ fetch house n-gga sc-m
and white folks wasn’t planning to murder him kid
cause they voted for him just like the blacks did
and this might sound reckless
but i got a loan on a brand new lexus in texas
if i’m lying i’m dying, everybody was color blind
went to church and i gotta admit
walked in, didn’t see one hypocrite
it appeared every single soul was reached
cause the pastor practiced what he preached
then i woke up in a cold sweat homie
my mind’s still playing tricks on me

chorus

(verse 2)
i took a cold shower and i got dressed
it’s christmas so i gotta look my best
everybody going to my dear house
that’s my grandmother, and she the boss
as i drove up in my low
i saw cars on both sides of the road
then i started saying ‘what’s up’ to relatives
that i hadn’t seen in years
walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack
and she gave me one back
she said “there’s plenty of food, willie
help yourself when you get into the mood”
i marked on the paper
as my man slammed bones on the domino table
the women played cards
and the children were playing in the front yard
it was getting late so i had to break
but yo, not before i ate
and gave grandma a goodbye kiss, n-gga
i reached to hug her, but i couldn’t feel her
fell to the ground and i snapped holmes
looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones
my grandma’s name was on plot 11
now i remember, she died in ’87
it wasn’t close to christmas or halloween
i was at the cemetary having a daydream
and that’s real f-cked up, homie
my mind’s still playing tricks on me

chorus

(verse 3)
i used to make big money, drive big cars
everybody know me, the fool who left the geto boys
thought i could be a bigger n-gga by going solo
but my record sales said no no
so did concert promoters and magazines
i went back to eating rice and lima beans
no more fancy restaurants
and i hadn’t seen the mall in months
now why would i leave the group
just when it’s starting to blow up, troop
i got tired of being famous, black
when my motherf-cking pockets didn’t reflect that
i need help before i go left
cause i’m starting to second guess myself
i know i can’t have a n-gga f-cking me
but i want to get back with the group, gee
now if you believe that sh-t, duke
your mind’s playing tricks on you, too

chorus
is it real (5x)

- willie d lyrics

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