Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I'm safe here in my mind I'm free to speak with my own kind This is my life, this is my life I'll decide not you Yeah I've left the world behind Keep the world with all its sin He's had enough He couldn't take anymore He found a place in his mind

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

These are the nights that never die My father told me One day my father—he told me, "When you get older Your wild life will live for younger days Think of me if ever you're afraid." He said, "One day you'll leave this world behind So live a life you will

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

All my life I've been waiting for moments to come When I catch fire and watch over you like the sun I will fight to fix up and get things right I can't change the world but maybe I'll change your mind Oh say, can you see? This is not who I'm supposed to

Oh, I'm just a girl I'm alone, on my own Oh, but life goes on Trying to find a place in this world And that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong And that's all I know I don't know what I want, so don't ask me 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it

My projects I'm a rep to the fullness When I'm in this world Just pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me (yeah) Pray for me, just pray for me (It's over nigga) Living life with all this thugness, destruction this violence You know

Their mouths salivate Fantasizing my gruesome ending This world looks down upon A man who can stand on his own two feet Life feels like hell should This hell's so cold Pull another knife out Stick it with the rest of them When my back is full

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten