YEG Reality Lyrics

Fuck who says I'm doing wrong in my life

Im doing what I please no wrong or a right

Life is short and my heads full of strife

So you better think twice before you start a fight

You better think twice before you start a scene

My homies posted up this city made us mean

Made us pop pills and drink lean I've been clean

Opioid free now I'm pursuing my dreams

Coming from YEG that shit means a lot

Over here we used to seeing fiends and the cops

Where fent and down are the cream of the crop

Heads also be spinning the pint and the rock

The whole fucking city is mentally ill

Reach forty below yet the city don't chill

Not safe in the burbs you can still get killed

Just don't be a rat and you won't get filled

Im fucking sick of this place I live in

Where fathers take pride in going to prison

Mothers get high and ignore the children

Then file a report when the child is missing

The child's a teen and is now addicted

Couldn't pay rent and is now evicted

Turned to the streets the teen conflicted

Lost in the system as predicted

Social programs keep being defunded

Less shelters yet buildings are flooded

More police no problem confronted

Seems like a scheme to keep it a hundred

You wonder why the crisis is worse, Homeless on the streets cops treat them like dirt

Another OD covered stretcher no hearse

Exposed too much feds recording my verse

That young man is going insane

No ma'am I've expanded my brain

Expose people dying in pitiful vain

The woke tied down in federal chains

Uncover the truth display our pain

Reveal the control that keeps us tame

Bills ands taxes it's all the same

Enslaved to money it's time to change

Fuck who says I'm doing wrong in my life

Im doing what I please no wrong or a right

Life is short my heads full of strife

So you better think twice before you start a fight

You better think twice before you start a scene

My homies posted up this city made us mean

Made us pop pills and drink lean I've been clean

Opioid free now I'm pursuing my dreams

Coming from YEG that shit means a lot

Over here we used to seeing fiends and the cops

Where fent and down are the cream of the crop

Heads also be spinning the pint and the rock

The whole fucking city is mentally ill

Reach forty below yet the city don't chill

Not safe in the burbs you can still get killed

Just don't be a rat and you won't get filled