The truth is I've been waiting far too long

To do this; release some new music and songs

It's foolish, I was waiting for success to come to me

You gotta go and get it if you're trying to throw some lettuce up

The truth is we got food for everybody

But there's people starving cuz free isn't profitable

And we just spent a couple billion trying to show a couple million

People that Canada is so hospitable

Frontin like we don't got no hospital bills

And the aboriginals had no holocaust, still

I can't really speak on someone's $%*! if I ain't ask 'em

But these social issues need to be resolved and that's my passion

Like this music, I study culture, language study art

Study philosophy I build some $%*! to take it back apart

The truth is I could care less if my music charts

I'm trying to take care of your mind so you can find time for your heart

The truth I got some songs for the club and in your ride

But the rhymes I got for those

Would be like me telling some lies

Truth, Im trying to diet but I can't resist the fries

I'm having lows and trying to balance it with highs

The truth is rap perpetuates the stereotypes

Having white kids trying to be down with black hype

Trust your instincts, if it don't feel right

The truth is coming home alone at the end of the night

You'll never catch us in the same room with the same rhyme

Yo Doug Tree come and rock the mic

YO. Truth is love is creation is love is life

Which is what happens from f&%*$ng a couple of times a night

The truth is no bull$*! I filter my j's cuz I don't own a roach clip

I'm not from the west coast or the Pacific North West

I'm from motherf&%*$ng Canada

Those terms are from the U.S

Canadians that quote them have been assimilated

The truth isn't those who say they real they the ones that fake it

B-boys just be wannabe emcee's try to be g's

Talking bout tradin keys straight for p's

The truth is I hear these f&%*$ng kids on the skytrain

Talking bout they gangsta swagger they f&%*$ng stage names

Truth is they need to STFU

'Fore I knock you the f&%* out or VPD arrest you

The truth is talk is cheap unless you're me selling some f&%*$ng rhymes

Truth is I sell a little weed just to survive

My boy Dubgee really give f&%*

The truth is he'll never say it

It'll f&%* his image up

And we know on the line of scrimmage

Trying to finish up

I gotta little grimace, Why?

Cuz I know what the f&%* is up