everybody out there looking for truth Who says, you know We all in the same boat Yeah, Christians and Muslims, everybody like that, huh Yow, you lookin' for truth
What would it be like to starve to death Child hosts the parasite Against his will, against his hope Cries for help are lost in dark Against this
Death No War No There's a problem in the works This thing's being run by jerks Who'll drain your blood into the soil To keep from running out
It's all acquiring as many things as you can And the more you get the less of a man You become to all who stay around you People are just dollars
She's so fulfilled She's lonely all the time She is living the good life He's so successful He's scared all the time He is living the good life
Try Truth No Hate
Twenty thousand should do the job The faceless official said Peace force will keep peace in Lebanon Dust in the streets clots red Morality was not
Economic genocide Trickle down is trickling on The shanty drone and ghetto dawn A military 'option' for the poor Pointed into a corner your guns
Feel the passion And the potential too Have this be more than Just entertainment Make our scene Not a scene Make this scene Not a scene Make
I've seen the price of security I've seen the cost of purity I've seen too much the stage was my home And home is where the heart is It rends your
lies. Who's true? Truth Crew! Who's true? Truth Crew! Who's true? Truth Crew! Don't make me ask again! Who's true? Truth Crew! Who's true? Truth Crew! Who's true? Truth
the right to talk I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk Where I wanna yell and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every time I'm on a Microphone
of what-the-fucks Dude is dating so-and-so, blabbering 'bout such and such And that ain't Jersey Shore, homie that's the news And these the same people supposedly telling us the truth
the truth; Tell the children the truth; Tell the children the truth right now! Come on and tell the children the truth; Tell the children the truth; Tell the children the truth; Tell the children the truth
number than numb Empty ya pockets son, they got you thinkin' that What ya need is what they selling Make you think that buying is rebelling From the
Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes No rogaine and the propane flows The chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth
The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils The fight won't end 'til the war get settled And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone niggas' rebels Playa, yeah, nigga
