[Intro: Akala]

Truth

Who knows it?

Definitely not me

And they say they do?

They ain't said shit

Look at their attitudes

[Verse: Akala]

Who Knows what the truth is

Cos when im stupid enough to claim the exclusive

Rights on nulling of the facts, bullshit

Its just another attack, causing

You to be pushed to the back, move it

If you accept that you lack, prove it

Skill's of your own

Are you groaning

Your tone

In your phone

Gonna add your pay to poem? homes?

Accept my definition

Of yourself then your in my prison

Whos reality's

Gradually

Having me

Casually

Can you fathom the insanity

Of believing the truth is held by a few

And it ain't me or you

Ain't no truths just points of view

If it ain't known then is it still true

And If God made scriptures?

Can you tell me?

What language did she write in?

And if she picked one, out of the thousands?

How is that enlightening

For those that dont speak the language

How they gonna understand it?

Or is god that underhanded

That he'd act just about as dumb as man is

People just wanna feel important

Reporting ideas of the truth extorting

Those without nothing are the ones that brought in

Look at religion its almost deporting

Hard to admit that the world we're brought in

We ain't got a clue what the fuck the force is

That makes uncountable stars in the cosmos

Easy like a painter doing odd jobs

Accept that we dont know whats what

All gonna die anyway so whats lost

Good, bad, heaven, hell

Just ideas that are sold so well

By all the people with power and privilege

To trap us in fear, living like invalids

C'mon look at the BASTARDS like

Telling you to wait for the afterlife

They Ain't gotta live with half the strife

Fuck turn the other cheek, hardest strike

For anyone that tries to take your power

And use it in their way selfish

Nah, fuck these cowards

You're as divine as anybody else is

Anyone that tries to trouble your loved ones

That is the time and the place that you can buss guns

Numb fucks livin' off trust funds

Got us down hear struggling for nuff crumbs

People end up dumb, killing over lump sums

Look how quickly we become accustom

To picture the paper that's pretty

The price of a tenant to live in the city

Life were defending has ever been shitty

They write all the endings and never been with me

Look what they feed us, leaders

Prophets a profit, think that they're Jesus

Did Jesus ask for a church collection?

Or drive a rolls royce with a turbo engine?

Lines in my voice and the words i mention?

Inspired by choice that of false pretension?

Blinded by noise of the poise of pension

Sang with my boys we are music henchmen (?)

See? the truth i mention

Beyond my own comprehension

See? the truth i mention

Beyond my own comprehension