Are you real?

A tear drop make my wheels drop to a full stop,
No cops to sight my flops and cite my gloss,
Like I've been rulin' with no schoolin' dissin' people that we used to ride with,
Don't get blinded because those who rolled with me still vibe with the way I am and how I used to be,
We still chill with no pill poppin' dice rollin' dolla's croppin' still sharin' with libations sloshin',
Drippin' kegs at the highest level still we still left no bevel to clip off the good times enjoyed together,
Yet returning to my hometown with exhilarated glances,
Just to be slapped with intense discrimination with people who think they know me,
See I've been upfront even though my lies slip through with ease,
But in correction like revelation I apologize to mitigate any disaster that will cause more trippin' instead of good feelin',
Apparently though I ain't real enough seem like people want me to do wrong even though the real me wasn't the wrong I done,
I know at times when I"m on one I fell to zero to the point of no sorrow with a loose lit grip to my own throat to slit,
Where's the compassion then when all is gone and acceptance of life is done is staring at a barrel to burn away that only life lived on just to slip away like the wind when it's gone,
So apparently I ain't real enough to show without words the passion of compassion I carry willingly without inciting like its only a religious thing,
In tender moments of glossy emotions red eyed loneliness beyond waken moments to continue to envision the gracefulness of what's important and the realities of humanities nature of selfish enmity when none wishes to be among the selfless need with no enmity,
In kind with a calmness to respond to say my piece if my thoughts are acknowledged and move on.