Real Talk (2009)

This is Alvie
Leaving?! I ain't leaving you, baby! I just got here!
Eh! Yeah! Eh!

They say I lack the skill of comunication
I think that's because I grew up in a communist nation - yeeeeah!
All they do is anonymous hatin'
Internet blog is state debatin'
But bitch this is my year!
I'll be on my grizzly like a bear - yeah!
And if you do this with me, throw your fist in the air
No Black Power, but black music - respect ours
I do this every single hour, like Jack Bauer
Wake up to the beat of the drums
Go to sleep, rest my head on the streets where I'm from
The concrete jungle, seat of the slums
Warsaw, land of the slaves, or ?freedom? for some
And that's my word, cause I gotta get heard
Before I get hurt and my body falls apart in the dirt
Go to church, read, to open up the heavenly gates
Cause the good die young, we can never be late
No matter where you at, be it Europe or America, Africa, Asia -
Some day they will burry ya
That's why I chose to live life to the fullest
The pen in my hand is deadly as a rifle of bullets, eh
Black poets streets from behind the iron curtain
Every time I spit is like you can't ?survive? ??
I can't deny it, I ain't perfect, but I do my best
?? with the breaks, fitted hat
I stay stupid fresh!