Wednesday, 22 September 2010


Truth had me up against the ropes
semi-concious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced with the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill they minds not to kill, still son, never revealed
True feelings
We speakin on the truth right now in itself is a healing
See The Creator created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word false
Opposite of truth off course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path
enabling truth to stay stable and cling to EARTH!
Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting
See, truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never be clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
But in the inside, on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well hidden
But when you in denial of self it is forbidden
That's the truth

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