Yeah..Love, True Story...Real Remix.. I'm three years old, maybe four, what the fuck do I know? Just a kid watching his world get put on slow-mo Dad's in the living room, Mom's on the cold floor He found her stash, his dope, now she's paying the cost for more Fists flying, screaming, the devil was in that man Me and my brothers tried to jump him, didn't understand He threw us off like we were nothing, like the muthafuckin' Hulk Tiny bodies hitting walls, just a volley of insults A year later, poof, he's gone, out the fucking blue Locked up and left my mom with nothing left to do Three kids, one on the way, living out a goddamn car Shit was colder than a grave, didn't know who we were But my mom, she fought, she got her shit cleaned up Got us in some housing, filled our empty cups Put clothes on our back, food on the plate, a real queen But every time she brought a man 'round, the sickness would intervene Life was good when it was just us, the struggle was real but the love was thick Then she found a husband, and the whole damn thing went sick. Love-talk to me, don't hold it in Let the rhythm wash away your sin Show me something real (Show me something real) This is where our wounds can heal Love-talk to me, don't hold it in Let the rhythm wash away your sin Show me something real (Show me something real) I wont judge what I will see Pretend its only you and me Show me something real (Show me something real) By sixteen I'm a man, working, hustling, got my own thing Cutlass Supreme bumping bass, living life in the fast lane Didn't see the storm coming, 'cause I was too busy being young My mom remarried, seemed good, five boys, a house with land, the race was won But menopause hit, doctors gave her pills, estrogen and Prozac Mixed that with the whiskey she was drinking, and there was no turning back Blackout insanity, a stranger in my mother's skin Tried to get her help, but that shit was voluntary, where do I begin? She took off, disappeared, wound up on that crack pipe rock Came back to the house with some fiend, trying to get what they got I caught 'em in the yard, dude tried to steal what we made Baseball bat to his fucking head, the price had to be paid He bit my ear clean off like Tyson, a chunk of my flesh But they ran off bleeding, and I just patched up the mess Taped my ear up, kept it moving, what the fuck else you do? Got emergency custody of my brothers, CPS couldn't argue with the truth Step-dad held it down, we were a unit, holding the line Then my girl got pregnant, at nineteen, thought our stars would align. Love-talk to me, don't hold it in Let the rhythm wash away your sin Show me something real (Show me something real) This is where our wounds can heal Love-talk to me, don't hold it in Let the rhythm wash away your sin Show me something real (Show me something real) I wont judge what I will see Pretend its only you and me Show me something real (Show me something real) We named that baby, made plans for a future so bright But her friend had an abortion, and that just ended our fight One conversation, one choice, and our baby was gone Didn't even get a second look, what the fuck is wrong? That shit fell apart, I moved in with my brother, trying to find my feet Then the phone rang, a voice I'll never forget, telling me to take a seat Mom got hit, killed on the side of the road by a drunk piece of shit An illegal with no license, didn't even have to quit He got a few months in jail, then a fucking ticket home No murder charge, no life sentence, my mom was just gone That shit hurt, man, it carved a hole so damn deep But life keeps moving, promises it has to keep Then a year later, my big bro, the one who was always wild Ran a red light, tried to run from the cops, and met his end in denial They killed his ass that night, another brother gone Told my little ones to be strong, but how the fuck you carry on? My brother K, he tried, he really fucking tried Had a wife, had a family, but the pain was deep inside He'd break down drinking, crying, asking God why Then his wife got cancer, at thirty, was told to say goodbye He was too weak to be the man, the foundation turned to sand He ran off to the meth, trying to escape the pain, I understand But I tried to pull him back, fought him tooth and nail But he was too far gone, lost in his own living hell CPS got involved, when his wife passed, they snatched his kids The inheritance was too big, that's the reason that they did They fought us in court, the judge overturned our plea Family didn't matter, just some bureaucratic decree K went to jail, lost my nephew and niece, another chapter closed Life didn't cease, the fucking misery just posed. So I grabbed my wife, grabbed my kids, I was done with the city's disease Quit my fucking job, moved to the mountains, found some peace among the trees... Love.. Real Remix...
