THE FRENCH - Reality

How're you gonna make your way in the world, woman When you weren't cut out for working? When your fingers are slender and frail How're you going to get around In this sleazy bedroom town If you don't put yourself up for sale? Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles? Who's gonna know who you are? Drugs and wine and flattering lights You must try again 'til you get it right Maybe you'll wind up with someone different every night (night) All these people with no home to go home to They'd all like to spend the night with you Maybe I would, too But tell me How're you gonna make your way in the world, woman When you weren't cut out for working? And you just can't concentrate And you always show up late You said you were an actress Yes, I believe you are I, I thought you'd be a star So I drank up all the money Yes, I drank up all the money With these phonies in this Hollywood bar These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar Loneliness and frustration We both came down with an acute case And when the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you And your face looked like something death brought in his suitcase Your pretty face It looked so wasted Another pretty face Devastated (Devastated) The French Inhaler He stamped and mailed her "So long, Norman" She said, "So long, Norman"

KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack-er Cercle Rouge, KRS-One Droppin on em like this Pick it up, pick it up You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through Representing all true hip hop culture You know how we do How can they throw you in prison now for long years If in reality the black man doesn't belong here Have you forgotten how we got to this place Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race If you dont teach me my culture I dont know who I am I dont know the difference between my enemy and my friend So I'm robbin and killin I got nothing to live for You turn my father into a boy my mother into a whore Now I'm hardcore on the Ave Watching while people that got me to walk fast After beatin us, rapin us and robbin us 400 years of that's what's inside of us Take a look at me now I'm really your creation A technological anti-human mutation A mutation of a better way of life You first pulled the knife but to heal it will take my whole life I fought no force on this level I listen to bass and treble Thinking that the white man is the devil Cause who could be so cruel like this So heartless, so senseless But I'm taught by the devil To grow up and be a Devil To do the same devilish things on another level However when I act out the mission You turn around and throw me in prison You a sucker [Chorus: KRS-One] If you come from France And you like the breakdance say OHOH (OHOH) And If you come from New York You can kill a man by taking him out of his land And putting him in a land he really doesnt understand Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like Pythagorus, Ptolomies, Socrates These people are thieves They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology Even the concept of democracy stolen from the king Akhanoton Put down the book, use your brain If you dont know who you are you are clinically insane The board of education cant see that Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black Give me my frame of mind back Give me my culture But you dont understand that cause you a sucker [Chorus] I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt Turning parties out You know what I am about Cause we will be here forever I told you Soldier floods your mind like Noah As you get older you've got to pay attention At how you livin hardcore You aint a kid anymore grow up, to blow up the spot you're at Learn the skill and go to the top of that Cercle Rouge definitely rockin in rap KRS-One I got your back [Chorus] KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme Representing Cercle Rouge in France All the graffiti artists We like to breakdance to the MC yes you know that's me KRS-One down with the BDP From way back you know we take it like that Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap We do it like this, do it like that