Ghetto Dreams & Realities
Ghetto Dreams & Realities
Party Identity Crisis
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Party Identity Crisis

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Yeah...

You ever wake up and realize your whole squad switched sides?

Now we ridin' with wolves, dappin’ up devils,

Prayin’ in the dark while we dance on graves.

Nah... this ain’t power. This is lost.

And if we don’t check it... we next.


Yo, we roll with the crooked, the hitters, the fakes,

Wife-beaters, gangbangers, snakes in the crates.

Side by side with the ones who scream hate,

"Death to America" — yeah, they chant at the gate.

We throw up signs, act blind to the grime,

Trade soul for a vote, sell truth for a dime.

This ain’t power — it’s a mask, it’s a bluff,

Our crew lost the script, now the game lookin' rough.


We lost our way, driftin’ deep in the sand,

Used to stand tall, now got blood on our hands.

Ain’t no map, ain’t no code, just dust and decay,

Keep walkin’ like this, we gon’ fade away.


We used to rep values, used to talk real,

Now we break bread with snakes that kill.

Say we “united,” but we deep in division,

Hearts gone cold, sold out the mission.

Every lie we tell is a nail in the coffin,

Every friend we betray got the wolves laughin’.

If we don’t change lanes, hit the brakes, rewind,

It’s a straight shot to hell with a crew gone blind.


Kids gon’ ask: “What y’all stand for?”

But we ain’t got nothin’ — just smoke and war.

We traded honor for clicks, truth for a trend,

Now we halfway to ruin, pretendin’ it’s the end.


Now the streets whisper—"Yo, where’s the spine?"

Sold it for a seat at the table, in line.

Puppets with suits, talk tough, act tame,

Wolves wearin’ ties still playin’ the game.

Justice on mute, while the wicked get praised,

And the real ones dead or locked in a cage.

But we got a choice, yeah, we still got breath —

Stand for somethin’ now... or kneel 'til death.


We lost our way, driftin’ deep in the sand,

Used to stand tall, now got blood on our hands.

Ain’t no map, ain’t no code, just dust and decay,

Keep walkin’ like this, we gon’ fade away.


So choose now — stand up or fall,

Be the voice of the people or the ghost in the hall.

This ain’t just bars, this a warning bell,

Change course — or ride this ship straight to hell.

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