Dumbfoundead - Word lyrics

When I was 15 they said
"Get on that real shit
Stop rapping 'bout the moon
There ain't no room for that Neil shit"
They just assume that I'm in my room
With posters of galaxies and that's
Why I'm closer to fantasy nah brotha
It wasn't spaceships I heard
Only screams of her her meaning my mother
Father was slurring his words
So when I wrote words like 'space'
It's metaphor for safe
And stars are better places get it?
Both of my parents didn't
The language barriers kept them from
Knowing anything about me
All the things that I'd tell
Them would sound American
I sell them, so why would they ever doubt me?
I will continue my journey
Until my late teens
An out of body experience, I would take 3
Sniffing, smoking
Having myself a space dream feeling alone
Can't connect to all of these earthlings

What's a man without his word
If we ain't got a bond
Then what's it all worth
I can tell you the truth, but damn
The truth hurts
As long as I'm living, I'mma give you my word
Word
If I said I meant it and I'mma do it, do it
What's a man without his word

When I turned 20 they told me
"Get on that hard shit
We don't want to hear about all
Of that broken heart shit"
Money over bitches is all I heard
Heard falling in love was
Only for herbs herbs
So I spit about stealing your girl
And how she want me
Way I'm beating that pussy up
Sounding hella thirsty
Then it occurred that it ain't
Her that I wanted
But the validation of all of
My G's on the curb
All that shit that I rapped about
My dad, he had acted out
The secret women that prevented us
From a happy house
As long as it was catchy I
Turned it into a chorus
Pretending that my momma and sister
Would just ignore it
So I yelled (bitches, bitches, bitches)
Words becoming
(contradictions, 'dictions, 'dictions)
Now I can't label it a fiction
It's sounding too convincing
It is what it is when
You say it with conviction

What's a man without his word
If we ain't got a bond
Then what's it all worth
I can tell you the truth, but damn
The truth hurts
As long as I'm living, I'mma give you my word
Word

If I said I meant it and I'mma do it, do it
What's a man without his word
They find real life boring fantasy is corny
Afraid of exploring
Need someone to do it for 'em
Fake shit do sound real when it's recorded
So that fake shit sells to
This country every morning
And the real shit fails and
Gets put inside for storage
But the real will prevail when
The country's in mourning word
When you don't mean it you say 'Word' word
All it's become is just a four letter word

What's a man without his word
If we ain't got a bond
Then what's it all worth
I can tell you the truth, but damn
The truth hurts
As long as I'm living, I'mma give you my word
Word what's a man without his word