Sad Truth

By DeeZystep

Released on May 11, 2018

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VERSE 1

Waking up

Feeling great

I'm alive

Celebrate

Nine to five

Never late

Keeping pies

Dinner plate

And I'm always first to rise

And I'm all about the grind

So it comes as no surprise

Always smiles in my eyes

The life I lead

Enough for me

The kids

And the wife I feed

All I need

Is her to cook

While I get a book's worth

Of Facebook's wifi read

Haha, get it?

Crack a dad joke or two

It's sad sometimes but I'm tryna be cool

Can't keep up with the times

But I ain't a damn fool

Gotta pay for their college

So they never have to

Wait, it costs how much for grad school?

How can they afford that and a pad too?

They'll be in debt eternally like me

Na I'd rather live a lie than tell ‘em the sad truth

CHORUS

Tell ‘em the sad truth

Honestly it's dishonesty to the youth

Be free

But don't you lose

The price of your life ain't a price you choose

Tell ‘em the sad truth

You can't succeed if you seem uncouth

Learn from me

I play by the rules

But the price of my life ain't a price I choose

VERSE 2

Ey

I'm really bout to pipe it up

Hype beast

Squad pouring purple cups

In the club

Or at your local Pizza Hut

Got a Benz

Spent a band on sneakers cuz

Yuh

I know I'm the shiii

I see that when I turn on MTV

I gotta go cop them all white Yeezy's

Cuz all my role models shoot money like breeze

At least I know I'm doing correct

No one cares what's in your chest

Just what's on your neck

Learned from pop culture of 2010's

The more I spend

Less people see me pretend

That I'm not depressed

Easy distraction the way that I dress

Hand me a xani, prozac, percosets

Wealth minus health

Equals success?

CHORUS

Tell ‘em the sad truth

Honestly it's dishonesty to the youth

Be free

But don't you lose

The price of your life ain't a price you choose

Tell ‘em the sad truth

Live fast die young bad excuse

Learn from me

I play by the rules

But the price of my life ain't a price I choose

VERSE 3

Hit solo record

Reload, pump, dump words in the war

Between the lost and those giving directions

While we in gutters they chill in VIP sections

They got peripherals

On anyone original

Then label ‘em criminals

For smoking medicinal

Hypocritical history class

Skip the critical classist past as minimal

But it's pivotal

To understanding masses

And why we're cynical

Matched with the fact that there's millions who

Go to sleep every single night starving

While a few spend millions on their dinner carvings

So tell ‘em the sad truth

Defeat dishonest democracy is what we gotta do

Learn from me

Don't play by the rules

Cuz the price of your life is the price you choose