Isthis Real?

[Witness]

Ya, we are there to reveal/
that is this real, what people feel/
or do they fake it/
if their not, here is my rhyme book, go ahead, u can take it/
just do ur thing and place it/
there where darkness and sin grows/
there dust and wind blows/
like harlems criminals/
fighting like a fearless animals/
they are poor and tought people/
put there is allways a needle in a haystack/
white or black, it doesnt matter what clour is the skin/
cuz after one shot, she or he wont do any sin/
they just drink gin, wear a little bling, and live like a king/
now go ahead, u can sing/
rap or rhyme with the clock/
if u not making it true, go back to ur own block/
but if u make it to the top/
go home and say it to ur mom , i say she is in shock/
and ur alcoholist dad say that was just luck/
show him that luck is just a word, and that it all happens in ur mind/
and inside the mic cord/
i quess u can shake them all/
but if that day comes that u have to break and fall/
i will be here, just waiting for ur call/

There he is on the stage/
looking like ,oh, inside a rage/
it must feel like he is locked in a cage/
he is nerveus , he is turning page/
again and again, why is he doing that/
people look at him ,and he looked at them like a lame dog without a name/
bullshyt this isnt my game, he thinks and turns over/
trying to leave the mic, to his backround/
going home and trying to get hes own dad a little sober/
someone is a gangsta, he gets a gun/
from hes pocket trying to kill the rapper how is frozen/
this isnt any fun, everybody scream RUN BIATCH RUN/
and when the rapper is dead the gangsta says mission done/
he gets the gun, and place it to hes brains/
pulls the trigger and PAM, now there is more blood stains/
i can say dont try his at home kids, just play ur games/




Some shyt more , critical comments plz :)
trying to get my shyt going put it dont come :D