The Truth (Instrumental)

We're born to lose
If you read the news, you'll see that I'm telling the truth
We sang the blues
Riot, march, and pray, but oh Lord it's still no use
It's nothing new
The souls of lynch victims crying out from hanging down strange fruit
It's still a noose
Asphyxiated from the use of financial institutes

And I ask, what you see
In a man like me
I am more than I seem, I'm the Truth
I could have died a million times but I survived
I'm the truth

Been losing sleep
Land of the free, but we get gunned down in the streets
Blaming me
Like I made the robes and hoods from my own bedsheets
I can't believe
I'm supposed to be discreet about atrocities from my history
Just let me be
A million lives have payed the price for me and mine to be free
And I ask, what you see
In a man like me
I am more than I seem, I'm the Truth
I could have died a million times but I survived
I'm the truth



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Horn, Rashon Emmanuel Medlock
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