Illusions

A president, an astronaut, that's what I had envisioned An actor surviving a 28 car collision A thread of untruth entwined into a white robe Strobe lights imitating a holy glow When the mirror cracks, does the person crack as well? Did the glass break or does it become a thousand cells? Magic pulls the wool right over your eyes Are you really dying or just a slave being hypnotized? Wake up, honey! It's time to rise and shine. Get up out the bed, that's when you realize Gotta get to work, gotta buy some food Get the kids ready, that's when you understood This isn't playtime, it's just business The fog's fading away, the skies are clearing Life is at the door, open it and let it in and let your soul take a stroll and see where you go Illusions are nothing but dreams that you think you see Oases role-playing reality Mirages that dodges the truth from you and me Imagination's creation twisting reasoning This is not about money, fancy cars, hoes or the clothes This is about how the story of a normal life goes What you see is what you get, what you get is what you see Why desire to live like the rappers when they're not living as real as you and me? Now that I have your attention listen up and listen good There's no such thing as not being able to escape the hood The ghetto can't be taken out of the girl yet it can cease to exist When a higher education transforms her and assists In granting her a better life, but one thing that she pains over Is looking at the people in her hometown bending over Not for jobs, but the white substance that freelances Their bodies to struggle for it, but then leave them unsatisfied The world isn't a jungle, but a battle to live or die Wake up, honey! It's time to rise and shine! Get up out the bed, that's when you realize Gotta get to work, gotta get some food Get the kids ready, that's when you understood Now it's time for the next generation To learn the last lesson of not regressing But progressing themselves and others to wiggle out of the hold And let their lives tell others how to break free of a predetermined mold Illusions are nothing but dreams that you think you see Oases role-playing reality Mirages that dodges the truth from you and me Imagination's creation twisting reasoning This is not about money, fancy cars, hoes or the clothes This is about how the story of a normal life goes What you see is what you get, what you get is what you see Why desire to live like the rappers when they're not living as real as you and me?