The Truest Story Part. 2
Verse 1 [Erreon Lee]
I'm at battle with self, I don't battle for belts
I just battle the pen, it has a mind of itself
I'm in the courtroom prayin' for my n***a
Prosecutor pointing at em, yellin' he a k**a
The man made a mistake, jury game em 25 years
Left the courthouse, shed 25 tears
Damn, man this sh** it got me fed up
Got a letter from him and he say he got his head up
I can't forget Montana
My cousin comin' home soon, go and get the candles
It's kinda crazy what we be takin' for granted
I guess it ain't important to us when the sh** is handed out
I'm just tryna be the voice of the common man
May these words take ya hand into the promise land
I promise man, I'm givin' what they can feel
And I solemnly swear that ima keep it real
Verse 2 [Erreon Lee]
I ran into this cool chick, that I went to school wit
Seen her up in kfc pushin' a broom stick
She said hey e? I'm in love wit ya mixtape
I said “you listen to me?” she said ya sh**s great!
I said sh** thanks, so what's up wit you
She told me the potential in her, she didn't live up to
I said what you mean? I grabbed a seat and listened
She said she had a dream, and a vision but she quit it
Now she thinking of strippin', but not to pay tuition
She just need the digits, she laid it out and admitted
24 couple kids, got a little bigger
Now her self esteem low like her bank figure
She wanna be a chef, but she say her life a mess
I just wanna see her blessed, hate to see her stress
I got an idea, we gon take her higher
Need a chef for my restaurant and guess who ima hire yes Sir