Truth Who knows it? Definitely not me And they say they do? They ain't said sh** Look at their attitudes Who Knows what the truth is Cos when im stupid enough to claim the exclusive Rights on nulling of the facts, bullsh** Its just another attack, causing You to be pushed to the back, move it If you accept that you lack, prove it Sk**'s of your own Are you groaning Your tone In your phone Gonna add your pay to poem? homes? Accept my definition Of yourself then your in my prison Whos reality's Gradually Having me Casually Can you fathom the insanity Of believing the truth is held by a few And it ain't me or you Ain't no truths just points of view If it ain't known then is it still true And If God made scriptures? Can you tell me? What language did she write in? And if she picked one, out of the thousands? How is that enlightening For those that dont speak the language How they gonna understand it? Or is god that underhanded That he'd act just about as dumb as man is People just wanna feel important Reporting ideas of the truth extorting Those without nothing are the ones that brought in Look at religion its almost deporting Hard to admit that the world we're brought in We ain't got a clue what the f** the force is That makes uncountable stars in the cosmos Easy like a painter doing odd jobs Accept that we dont know whats what All gonna die anyway so whats lost Good, bad, heaven, hell Just ideas that are sold so well By all the people with power and privilege To trap us in fear, living like invalids C'mon look at the ba*tardS like Telling you to wait for the afterlife They Ain't gotta live with half the strife f** turn the other cheek, hardest strike For anyone that tries to take your power And use it in their way selfish Nah, f** these cowards You're as divine as anybody else is Anyone that tries to trouble your loved ones That is the time and the place that you can buss guns Numb f**s livin' off trust funds Got us down hear struggling for nuff crumbs People end up dumb, k**ing over lump sums Look how quickly we become accustom To picture the paper that's pretty The price of a tenant to live in the city Life were defending has ever been sh**ty They write all the endings and never been with me Look what they feed us, leaders Prophets a profit, think that they're Jesus Did Jesus ask for a church collection? Or drive a rolls royce with a turbo engine? Lines in my voice and the words i mention? Inspired by choice that of false pretension? Blinded by noise of the poise of pension Sang with my boys we are music henchmen (?) See? the truth i mention Beyond my own comprehension