Felt Like Writing

I feel like what 2pac must have felt leaving Quad City studios
So much lost and I'm the only one who truly knows
where the roads meet and where the pavement ends
which smiles are real and which laughs are pretend?
In the end who really has your back if they laugh to your face?
Who's really down when the system raises the stakes?
How can your adversary show so much love
When the sidelines yelling at the man above?

This is too real. You might be fake if you ain't feeling me
Over your head or thoughts as small as a millipede
Because just like one I'm on another leg
Another journey to journal, another puzzles peg
I've seen it all;
another brother dead, another mother wept
prison bars just another fucking step
You've already took my time, don't take whatever's left

Yet

Everybody saying they real, but its all knocked off
Everybody talking hard, but its all just tough talk
Everybody laughs because they haven't felt a real tear
Everybody can joke because they haven't felt real fear
I put it on mute, but those words I can still hear
I turn off the screen but those pictures is there
I quit the game because the game is not fair
I quit the game because I no longer care