Reggie Bonds - Ugly Truth lyrics

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Reggie Bonds - Ugly Truth lyrics

Let me tell them what them streets will do Junkie smuggle devil's juice Mama in the kitchen, daddy drinking till he turning blue Crack fill feel the house, I thought I'll never make it out Bible in my hands, summersaulting thoughts prevailing Now I always was a deep thinker at times often Lost myself, I never gave a flying f** in sense of how a person felt We was really with the sh**, drinking till I'm blackened and I'll be baffle how these balls go active monkeys Stick they standing out Mama was a g n***a, devil is a f**ing liar Ever seen a crack head, that's eternal fire Rap what you seeing n***a, make the people feel it We are all soldiers in this world with the corrupted system Homies got slain for the vanity we pray You think I care about appeal in this money hungry game? Expediting for religions, take a sh** on all these f*ggots They pre-madonas for the wrong reasons, pray to Jesus I don't lose my cool, papa was a loose cannon Uncle got shot a bunch of times, family curse and tragic Devil on my left shoulder, god in my deepest thoughts We done been broke my whole life, n***as dealing soft See them n***as ball, ain't no reason I should play the bench I'm just tryina live pain linger from my fingertips Slave to this way of living k**ing same as usual Feeling like we trapped, I just gotta spit the evening news (x2) Mama said it'd be days like this The grey skies turn my soul black We get faded 9 times daily We just tryina make the most before they send us back The truth live mount as tense Like in south beach my black skin, your skin black You don't try to out me, triple 6 mercy lord Kids pay attention, James got a 30 clip The ops only take the vision Veteran state of mind but this war's with our own people Real raps and n***as rapping, both is different, pay attention Pay me mind, paint these rhymes, the story of the stolen youth You feel mortalized, traumatized they gotta hear the ugly truth No preacher but we preaching, we children of the corn You gonna do the doing but just speak the truth and stand for f** another man life, get the children what they need Fabricated fairy tales, weakened souls and raptured spleens f** your songs, your thing ain't real n***as fake can't get a verse from me The universe prioritize, the term is blacks against our seas That hide the truth and tell us lies Call us thugs and plague our minds With bullsh**, that 4 clip, I dare them n***as cross that line. (x2) Mama said it'd be days like this The grey skies turn my soul black We get faded 9 times daily We just tryina make the most before they send us back