This is a song about "Truths"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

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

Many wrongful truths, cults dissolve many converters

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I'm only speaking truths, when i'm, up in the booth

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

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

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Silly truths that some dont know..

He made me see the truths about peoples lies and their sins

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights