Realistic music based on substance. Not selling records.
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An introduction to a new realistic, creative brand of rap music. Before you listen keep in mind that music is an art, not a stereotype. -Young Truth-
Lyrics
They dont know (intro)
They dont know shit bought
how i was cookin that up on the stove
just to get school clothes
(nope they dont know, nope,nope, they dont know)
They dont know bought how i hustled for dough
all they see is them vogues
(nope, nope, they dont know)
where the fuck was you when i was
sittin in that hospital
with a couple cc's of morphine
a breathing tube in the icu
pissing through a tube
eating food through tube
breathing through a tube
aint shit i aint do through a tube
on that note you dont know shit about truth
you dont know about them assualt cases
and all the time i was facing
(nope,nope, they dont know)
you dont know shit about truth
you, you, dont know shit about truth
you think you do
but you dont know shit about truth
(chorus)
what, what you know watchin
your uncle overdose
watchin your other uncle overdose
watchin you aunt overdose
watchin everybody up close
overdose
like wut the fuck im supposed to do
im 8
i jus had to watch em overdose
what, what you know about
walkin in the room
they got that good ol lighter
and a bent up spoon
uncle couldnt take it
had a nervous breakdown
he on permenant medication
what, what you know about
watchin your father beat on your moms
man that shit scare you for life
fuck tryin to bond
like i said (nope, nope, they dont know)
all they see is this car
and fancy clothes
nope, nope, they dony know
bought me sleepin in the cold
watchin tv in the cold
eatin in the cold
warm up the the bath water
in the microwave
everynight clutchin a knife
you got your own life to save
like what the fuck im supposed to do
im only 9 years old
(chrous)
what, what you know about
them stamps for the wellfare
you cant see the doctor
cause you aint got no healthcare
when you raised in hell
its like who the hell cares
what, what you know about
all your close friends dyin
eyes dried out from the cryin
what, what you know about
4 to a bed
2 at the foot, 2 at the head
caant sleep right
yo cusin always kickin you in the head
you wanted mcdonalds
but got bread and syrup instead
(nope, nope, nope)
they be like truth turned out oh so well
but you dont know about
every room 4 roach motels
nope, nope, nope they dont know
bought when it was oh so cold
momma said sleep in ya clothes
she turned on the stove
rockin the buddies
with the one toe expossed
that shit is pitifull
thats why i was always in the office
i hit niggas in head for slick talkin
im like what the fuck im supposed to do
i was only 12 years old
