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So here’s the truth about the truth
So here’s the truth about the truth; it hurts so we lie
 But lies can hurt more than the truth so either way we cry
 Cry our eyes out why because you can’t handle the truth
 But as people we walk around like nothing’s wrong like it’s cute
 I realize I’m not perfect no one is so I don’t try to be
 But I also realize I get mad when people lie to me
 I hope some of you can vibe with me and feel where I’m coming from
 Because I’ll be real till there’s no more air in my lungs
 My people put down the guns and if you want to kill someone kill them with kindness
 Instead of being blinded about who’s the bigger gangster by how big your nine is
 You should try this
 And men stop thinking your manhood is determined on what your shoe size is
 Me and clocks always disagree because I’ll tell you what the time is
 It’s time for the whole entire world to be crimeless
 But the truth hurts and the truth is that’ll never happen
 But we as people still have to stick together no matter what happens
 It’s about time for us to start replacing crying with clapping
 I bet most people would see me different if this poem was to a beat and I was rapping
 I know it you’d probably think I was from a ghetto or a hood
 Because of the color of my skin but hey it’s all good
 That’s my stereotype because I have my hat down below my eyes
 People think I’m shady I walk by an old white lady and she glues her purse to her side
 No offense to anyone and I’m not the type to complain
 But in my life I have everything to lose and everything to gain
 Yesterday it was the same and I promise tomorrow won’t change
 I’m not going to try to change I have no reason to
 All my people I’m speaking to could you clap two times if this is reaching you
 Had to make sure cause I want you to understand me
 Feel my words instead of trying to reprimand me
 Because at the beginning and the end of every day I am me
 And I know in about 20 seconds you won’t be able to stand me
 The truth
 World peace is not achievable that’s a cold hard fact
 Because world peace doesn’t come by ending the war in Iraq
 What about the food shortages in Africa or clean water south of the border
 What about the serial killers making the population shorter
 I’m not being against humanity so don’t get me wrong
 Cause please believe I’d love for every one to get along
 But that’ll never happen that’s just the truth
 Some people will only see me seriously if I’m wearing a business suit
 But I live by the beat of my own heart not anyone else’s
 And I know that may sound selfish
 But it’s the truth and the truth hurts so get used to it
 Whether you’re white black blue or green we’re all new to it we’ll all move through it
 Shouldn’t we pave the way for future generations to succeed
 Or do you not feel the need what will your choice be
 You may see me as just another thug walking through 205 soon to be behind bars
 And someone who grew up watching booties shake in front of big rims on nice cars
 Probably thinking you’ll turn on the news and see my face
 Cause so many people see a black man with braids as unsafe
 But I wish maybe you would give yourself a chance to get to know me
 And realize that I’m not just another gangster, thug, or a street homie
 See me as me instead of a nothing walking the earth
 That sells marijuana, crack, pills, or puts holes in people’s shirts
 A year ago last month my fellow black people were threatened with nooses 
 For sitting under a tree can someone please tell me what the use is
 Thing is I can’t tell you what the use is All I know is it’s stupid
 And here’s what the truth is
 If the black leaders of the 60’s had never gotten the whites and the blacks to agree to
 Truces
 I’d still be standing here but you’d probably see me as useless
 Maybe even a nuisance
 And as to why I’m still clueless
 But either way it’s what the truth is
 And I don’t want to make this into a black thing or a white thing
 It should be more of a wrong thing and a right thing
 And I don’t want this to be controversial more like enlightening
 And I know things these days can be frightening
 But we have to take time and see what things are about
 And of all things we have to have hope in doubt
 Because doubt brings hope and doubt brings change
 But believe in yourself because doubt can bring pain
 But doubt is the truth and the truth hurts so we lie
 Although lies can hurt as much as the truth
 So the whole world can cry……
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