Cause this is a real life and it'll only get harder Long nights and the days get darker Death it's like a runaway train So we just pick ourselves up and then we do it again In this real life it will only get harder Long nights and the days get darker Death it's like a runaway train So we just pick ourselves up and then we do it again (Yeah) While we're caught up in this life With some better ways and better days Gonna pick myself up My cuzzy "Ed" is on his way I should be slippin past these with my T's My friends who in the bay (You were saying) With chicks side-stepping the foreplay The days a struggle Her juggled life is in a muddle, shallow as a puddle Slip and fall the water won't hit the throttle I dream myself a personality all of reality Dealing with me is in this fickle with this true fallacy fantasy Like a galaxy, no gravity Wheres his majesty from Galilei and Hera blasphemy Drastically, could be the last of me I'm so angry inside, I'm in agony Silently, rapidly sapping from me Why can't I see the face And I can see you in this rap race Still chasing the dream state Get --- to buy, may use it for myself Yeah, put it on the shelf Cause this is a real life and it'll only get harder Long nights and the days get darker Death It's like a runaway train So we just pick ourselves up and then we do it again In this real life it will only get harder Long nights and the days get darker Death it's like a runaway train So we just pick ourselves up and then we do it again It's only me that is liable for my life I eyeball the bible I fight with life like a werewolf with cyborg Money war This is real life, I can't describe Take it from downing on those scripts and scribes Hammered ourselves to life Who knows where the wind blows But what I do know is that life is hard and there you go They say life is a bitch and then you marry one From London to Westcoast Let's leave it smoking after the sun shouts to Cali Your homey bangs your sesh Shout to all my twenty click Raise your flag, get the fan no less Get down to business, step out the hater frame Y'all going large, while I begin the vapor gangs I still was stating, there's a struggle in this music hustle Too much chasing, bust a lead The big dogs before the muscle Like "Russel Simmons" What's he doing with his millions? Flying high like helium, setting up idioms Cause this is a real life and it'll only get harder Long nights and the days get darker Death it's like a runaway train So we just pick ourselves up and then we do it again In this real life it will only get harder Long nights and the days get darker Death it's like a runaway train So we just pick ourselves up and then we do it again