Reality Check

OPM

With brothas smokin' on there 
Damn we rollin 
Hadnin' the mic 
Till we decide about the safe life 

California where I raised till this very day 
Hell to pay for the ways of the blaze 
Everyday a hundred miles an hour 

Cause my soul's been devoured 
Never looked up above 
And push came to shove 
As it usually does 
Keepin' with these thugs 

Doin' all of these drugs with no means of direction 
Infection 
But here's my objection 
Rejection 
By your whole congregation 
With no empathy for my situation 
No place in society that's my reality 
Angry don't know who's the enemy 
I'm in deep 
Underneath the streets 
It's hard to creep from city to city 
With all these hitters and the heat 
Killin' me stealin from me 
Makes no sense to me 
So I keep it tight with the homies in the family 

Here's a reality check from the streets of california 
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo 
Things ain't always what they seem 
Things ain't always what they seem 

Here's a reality check from the streets of california 
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo 
Things ain't always what they seem 
Things ain't always what they seem 

We're all smokin 
Tryin' broken homes 
Chokin' locos 
For pesos 
Slingin' dope by the case os 
Smokin' cocos 
Laced with dope and opium 
Cities for niggaz causin' fuckin' pandemonium 
Cottonmouth 

Bustin' tracks from kid kreation 
Me and the artists who performed the hardest collaberations 
Born and raised in the golden state 

Servin' up some dinner 
For southern county serial 
Imperial 
Superial lyrical 
Opium den 
Evolution of man 
For your political pollution 
There's no solution for these county criminal minds 
Just subliminal rhymes 
Hypnotizing mankind 

Here's a reality check from the streets of california 
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo 
Things ain't always what they seem 
Things ain't always what they seem 

Here's a reality check from the streets of california 
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo 
Things ain't always what they seem 
Things ain't always what they seem 

Here's a reality check from the streets of califonia 

See california the major growth industry 
Are private security and penitentiary 
Risin from the 
Post war economies 
That's why the pigs got my homies down on their knees 
Lined up against the walls 
So the community can see 
That the po po won't go away 
So please now 
Open up your eyes and realize 
The land of sunny skies 
Disguised as paradise 
Is a lie 

Here's a reality check from the streets of california 
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo 
Things ain't always what they seem 
Things ain't always what they seem 

Here's a reality check from the streets of california 
Keep your eyes wide open to what's really goin' on yo 
Things ain't always what they seem 
Things ain't always what they seem