This is a song about "Truths"

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

The government will always lie in there dna you'll find truths denied

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

What the fuck are we suppose to do, people still believe in the so called truths on the news

Never had a drop, but what have i to lose, i still have the opportunity to choose,

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

To expose all the secrets and truths, and finish my life and times,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights