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the truth is the truth is usually elusive.
it's fluid like the movement of the verses through the music,
it's crucial when you try to choose it, use your mind and kinda lose it,
find a mic and rhyme until the crimes no longer make your view sick.
accusing any loser who ain't battling the bruisers
they beating us in school and teaching us to be abusers
they feeding food to us that's glued to us and making mucus
they stitching sutures on the soul so we can build a future
all i am suggesting is that everything's empirical
i'm feeling desperate like we really need a miracle
i'm only bringing news and it is usually brutal
they keep on drinking booze and thinking that it's fully futile
we getting raised by looters
and raided by computers
we try to spit legit but if they listen they refute us
we turning up the volume - babylon will never mute us
if we stay dropping bombs daily they can never shoot us
i wanna be free i can fly i pick up the slack
doe or die i been tryna attack the whack
see i'm asking you openly uncrack the facts
for your peers so they slip slick quick past the wax
in they ears you could call 'em shackles or fears
or two dead-end careers that you keeping here
on the real i can't possibly more clear
than to simply say everybody dies from the fear of existence
try a couple years in the business,
you cry a couple tears and then give up resistance,
buy a couple beers, go outta town every christmas
listen closely i hope you don't miss this:
we are listless yes and we noticed
but if we kiss this system goodbye then we're golden
these sick civilized lies are a vise that is
tightening slowly over all of our lives
that's the truth (more)
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