[Chorus]

The truth, the one thing we're wanting

Gets used for fronting by some in their dumb interviews

Misusing illusions confuses a mind

The truth is a nuisance when you think of life

[Verse 1]

You see, giving me a pen and paper is in did a pleasure

Greater than prison meals

But it didn't mean that I'll script the change

But if emcees are spitting fables

It can seem like wisdom is failing with split up scenes

Catch up [?] from different places

It's a misery like when nicotine gets to reach unpleasant phases

Of filling your lungs with tar

The thing I want is to spread the statement

The system needs to get a taste of how victims feel

And not just fail to let the braver respirators live and breath

I estimate that in the streets

In this field, I've left with ways of killing teens with guillotines

Epitomes of better laters

I guess it's fate but if the deal was just to make us dull like punks

I'll cry upon to drown my sorrows, down slow

Try to bond with gravity

And happily, I'll find tomorrow

What's the truth?

Is it real imagery or is it me touching abuse?

To say I drank a bucket of [?] and rose from the dead

Jumping the queue, wanting the food, the homeless are fed

[Verse 2]

But what is the truth and is there just one answer to use?

See, I'm just confused when hunting for clues

And some things I do but notice my focus

'Cause most kids I can refute

Wanting to prove some of my views

On nothing that you have ever heard

And not just clever words, I got this better verse

I read it first and went to church

To find out which bits I cursed

And tried to follow from the guides of Solomon

And sacrificed my code

I've come to make my motto start to taste what's paradise

You have to know your right from wrong

And practise oath with whites

Amongst the royalty gets royalties

[?] will cry in bulk

Ask if you are [?] after you with sorrow

Use your brain when you are learning life to [?] life tomorrow

That constitution, dumb illusions 'cause he was Christ

The dude that tried to do what's right and crucified by foolish guys

If cops have to [?] finger prints and pocket if you drink acids

Then what's the truth?

Since it's good, it's up to what you think it is

No! But the problem with most subjectivity

It boasts what we all think is dope

But that's really cheap

It's nothing false pit when dozens fall quick

Like inspectors in Hillbrow, it doesn't solve shit

We musn't all get finicky, stuck with [?] dreams, no

My proximity is close, I talk vividly

Yo, fuck activities that promise peace but lie

The only reason I might not roam with Jesus Christ

Is beneath his believes which are strong and influential

See, I mention six deficiencies just as long as truth is central

[Verse 3]

[?]

Will kill often just to find the truth

But the contract philosophers have signed

The truth, the one thing [?] to view

But some think it's fronting in dumb interviews

[?] illusions confusing the minds

The truth is a nuisance if you think it's nice

The truth is quite ruthless ask roofers [?]

Whether or not it's better to block your roof off and see bright

To sleep right you each might want a mattress to ease mind

Fuck it, the truth is a complex mind

You just working up your mind, dude

Try to find words that define you

Some have died while searching for divine truth

So why should I? 'Cause I'm certain that I'll find clues

To fight the lies