Know It's Real - SHOPÉ, John Givez, Charlene Nash

If this whole thing was meant for show

Then where’s the real I’ll never know for sure

For sure

Well if that’s the deal, I’ll never roll

Keep it now, I’ll let it go

It’s yours

It’s yours

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the realest of them all

Hard to tell you very well, concealing all your plenty flaws

Secretive like panty draws

Speak up if you well informed

Last time, wasn’t the last time you were involved

What that mean was getting premonitions

But I ain’t superstitious

No, I just talk to Jesus

And He Said, «you ain’t got much to defend

Just take my hand I’ll show you how to walk across the deep end»

Go on rip out a page

Not a mic or a stage

Do you see me better?

Do you see me better?

Take a cut let it bleed

Paint a portrait of me

Do you see me better?

Do you see me better?

I think you know me

I think you know me like you know yourself

Like when it’s just you and there’s no one else

Looking all around for what’s been left

This livin’s no more less than learning

I’ve been yearning now for quite some time

Feelin' like I never could be earning what the price of time is

That’s why my mind lives, in isolation

Frequently, when I’m in the crowd of thousands looking for that one to speak to

me about what’s going on inside

I spit my soul on every stage 'cause I ain’t hide

I put my words down on the page 'cause I ain’t tryna die

Let him live, let him live

When you see a brother know I’m tryna give, tryna give, it’s real

Yeah

This that honour roll

Keep it honourable

In my city or when on the road

Exposing dirty draws up in my daily shows

Airing out my laundry

Wonder, «will they want me»

Excuse the imagery, don’t aim to please no I just want peace

(Family)

They waiting on me

(Enemies)

They preying on me

But in this moment it’s just you and me

I hope you praying for me

Sometimes I just want to get that pot of gold

But the potter knows this vessel’s a mess when my heart is froze

So germane to my growth is to be hot as coal

And coast across the cosa nostra in this sinful soul

Principle remains, it’s simple and it’s plain

We all got dirt, we all are birth in sinful wretched frame, don’t pretend

I know I got it, got it

I know you got it, got it

I know they got the juice, but what’s the use if they ain’t honest

So I keep it real

With or without the applause (I do)

'Til my Master tells me «well done, come get rewards»