Текст песни Willie D -  Is It Real (My Mind Still Playin Tricks On Me)   
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Chorus:  
Is it fiction, is it fact?  
Is it fake or reality?  
All I know for sure  
Is my mind`s still playing tricks on me  
 
Verse 1:  
Here I go again, the same old shit  
My mind is still playing tricks  
Cause today when I left my residence  
I heard we had a new black president  
And he wasn`t no Uncle Tom  
Rudy poof stankin` fetch house nigga scum  
And white folks wasn`t planning to murder him kid  
Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did  
And this might sound reckless  
But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas  
If I`m lying I`m dying, everybody was color blind  
Went to church and I gotta admit  
Walked in, didn`t see one hypocrite  
It appeared every single soul was reached  
Cause the pastor practiced what he preached  
Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie  
My mind`s still playing tricks on me  
 
Chorus  
 
Verse 2:  
I took a cold shower and I got dressed  
It`s Christmas so I gotta look my best  
Everybody going to my dear house  
That`s my grandmother, and she the boss  
As I drove up in my low  
I saw cars on both sides of the road  
Then I started saying `what`s up` to relatives  
That I hadn`t seen in years  
Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack  
And she gave me one back  
She said "there`s plenty of food, Willie  
Help yourself when you get into the mood"  
I marked on the paper  
As my man slammed bones on the domino table  
The women played cards  
And the children were playing in the front yard  
It was getting late so I had to break  
But yo, not before I ate  
And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga  
I reached to hug her, but I couldn`t feel her  
Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes  
Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones  
My grandma`s name was on plot 11  
Now I remember, she died in `87  
It wasn`t close to Christmas or Halloween  
I was at the cemetary having a daydream  
And that`s real fucked up, homie  
My mind`s still playing tricks on me  
 
Chorus  
 
Verse 3:  
I used to make big money, drive big cars  
Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys  
Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo  
But my record sales said no no  
So did concert promoters and magazines  
I went back to eating rice and lima beans  
No more fancy restaurants  
And I hadn`t seen the mall in months  
Now why would I leave the group  
Just when it`s starting to blow up, troop  
I got tired of being famous, black  
When my motherfucking pockets didn`t reflect that  
I need help before I go left  
Cause I`m starting to second guess myself  
I know I can`t have a nigga fucking me  
But I want to get back with the group, gee  
Now if you believe that shit, duke  
Your mind`s playing tricks on you, too  
 
Chorus  
Is it real (5x)