Real
DJ Krush Lyrics

Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man
Life is unpredictable and you cannot predict what will happen in the future, so cherish the present moment.

Check it, check it the next life
Ponder on the afterlife and reflect on one's own beliefs.

Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shit
Enjoy your life, in its current form, prior to losing any of the beauty that currently exists within it.

For real man, shit can happen
Tragic events can happen and nothing can prepare you for them.

in the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life man
Life is fragile and you can die in a split second.

Recognize that for real
Be aware that this is the reality of life.

You're never promise tomorrow, you know
There is no guarantee that you will live long enough to see tomorrow.

Any nigga that you know, knahmsayin?
Any person who you are familiar with could be affected by this reality of life, including yourself.

His body was cold yet his face remained calmly
Although his body was lifeless, his face was peaceful and serene.

He spoke differently, as if he was Godly
The way in which he spoke seemed as if he was communicating from a divine perspective.

Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches
Even in death, he was holding onto his gun tightly.

Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches
Maybe he could have foreseen his fate, but due to too much smoking, he didn't.

Situation, made me sober as fuck
The severity of the situation made the singer completely sober in both body and mind.

As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck
Dying and losing his life caused him to come to the realization that he was stuck and unable to do anything more.

Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck
After the killing, the gunmen fled the scene swiftly in a truck.

Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed
The artist asked for blessings for the soul of the deceased.

Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest
The victim had too many wounds that couldn't be covered by the artist's hands.

His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished
The victim's eyes conveyed the message that his spirit was broken.

The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes
The ambulance took around an hour and ten minutes arrived on the scene.

They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished
The artist already knew that his son was dead prior to the ambulance's arrival.

I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it
The victim may not have known the fullest extent of his own capacity for love.

If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
The artist expresses a desire to turn back time and save a loved one if their life has ceased.

Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
The singer would do anything to keep his loved ones alive, especially if they are a real friend to the end.

It's all about cash, and the diamond rings
The world is focused on material possessions such as wealth and jewelry, which blur real human values.

Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things
Real individuals prioritize loyalty and dedication to their values.

Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his
The singer saw the victim's perception of what could occur in the afterlife.

Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is
The victim retaliated against the shooter with his own weapon but tragically didn't know the identity of the attacker.

The blood drenched in his Armani linen
The victim's high-end clothing was being washed away with their own blood.

I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin
The outcome endured by the victim may be a form of negative karma accrued from bad deeds.

From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years
The singer fondly remembers the early years of their companionship.

When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers
The singer remembers youthful times spent with the victim on the sidewalk drinking beer.

And now the tears, I can't stop from comin
The artist is emotionally overwhelmed and can't help crying.

I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin
The artist desires justice and would want to inflict harm on the shooter if they ever encounter them.

It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game
The artist finds it shocking how their path started and the tragic loss they have now endured.

I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain
The singer never wished harm and death on their own child.

Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him
The artist seeks vengeance on the shooter and wants to exact revenge on them.

Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him
The shooter is rumored to have connections with dangerous individuals.

The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him
The authorities took the shooter into custody, so the singer is now temporarily at ease.

But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him
Despite the shooter being in police custody, the singer still wants to take revenge if they come in close contact.

Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug
When the shooter killed the victim, a true warrior was taken down.

It's real love, this is what a real nigga does
Real actions of love often include avenging the death of a true friend.

The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot
The singer tells the mother of the victim the harsh and tragic truth of her son's death.

Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped
The news is so shocking and terrible that the mother is left mentally and physically stunned.

She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock
Overwhelmed by grief, the mother collapses to the ground.

I was standin there stuck off the words I said
The artist reflects on the realization of what they said and how it impacted the mother.

Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead
Informing a mother of the death of their child is an unthinkable and cruel task.

Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
The victim should have experienced and prioritized love before seeking a life of crime.

Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
The victim's children are now left without a father figure and will be raised by their own mothers.

From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers
The singer and victim had a special bond dating from their earliest memories until the victim's death.

Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches
They shared similar experiences and romantic partners in the past.

Pumped on the same block with the same snitches
They also had community members who were interesting in the same activities as they were.

Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches
The location where they used to sit on the roof and smoke while discussing their future monetary expectations.

And I remember, when we was both five percenters
Both the artist and the victim were members of the Five-Percent Nation, a religion based on the principles of Islam.

Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters
Together, they used to sell illegal drugs on the street and spend their earnings on drinking and partying, often leading to the police arresting them for damaging rented property.

And now the end is, justifyin all the means
The harsh outcomes faced by the victim made the entire course of their actions void of any justification.

That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens
This tragedy is what happens to many victims in Queens and a heartbreaking reality for many families.

Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz
Despite everything, the artist still regards Capone-N-Noreaga as allies and friends.

Even if you don't get no bigger
The artist's support for them comes from a place of genuine camaraderie and not just a desire for personal gain.

Finsta, Crash, presedential
A nod to individuals who were important to speaker whose names were Finsta and Crash.

Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?
Ending with an aggressive call to action regarding a confidential matter.

Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo
Shifting focus from a personal tragedy to a celebration of Japan's place in the world of finance.

Begins, world currency
An opening into the discussion about the value of world currency.

The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me
The singer is concerned with how the current economic climate may negatively impact them.

It wants me it traps me, in the hole
The global socioeconomic system feels as though it is deliberately working against the artist and trapping them in poverty.

Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo
Desperation enters the lyrics as the artist feels as though they are losing themselves in the system and all hope is lost, leading to some frustration.