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True Story
by Salloum
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What's the fact in purpose of evidence yet to surface
Unable with the flesh, but a willing spirit's knocking into courage
Taking over thoughts that discourage, presentations of respect irreplacing debt
Guarding respect placed into debt
Embedded hearts bled by emotions fleeing over what was said
In my mind's eye the dove's dead, soul's fed up with the spilling over red
Roses dead - dreaded, unaccredited depressives netted
Hard to let loose dropped just to tighten up the noose
Lessons learned taken as regression, repressives fulfilling moods of depression
Calls of the downfall, middle of the night balls all caused by the hardship brawls
In between me and her, she and I, I myself can't answer why
Disturbed by questions of the unheard, unheard, unheard, unheard
Thinking back on my times of rhymes
I can't explain God-given gifts given to lift
Scenes of shit to leave me sick upon wished
To have never witnessed, carry weight do these skills
That I spit, in seek to levitate mind states
Curing cancers with God's answers, sifting
Minds, buying time, searching signs for a find
Breeding kinds of sublime lifting standards story-lined
For a prime like bright, right enough to spark might amidst
Stardom's in light, alike gardens sharp is the scent
Of my stench - pardoned, those impure sure to lure
I'm keeping close to foes prone against to go to war
Mourn do the scores torn, born poor upon souls burned to the core
I hid in shadows soon to rumble the thunder to funnel a lyrical stunner
Hid in shadows soon to rumble the thunder to funnel a lyrical stunner
I kept on my grind, stayed on my rhymes
Prone throne from a chair talents of a self-millionaire
Fed an article as "nice", suggestions price: less
9-5 'til I'm forty's got me thinking twice less
School is good without a price - yes
A lack of education leading down paths of vice, not a question
Applying skills of God's given blessings in writtens stressing
Poetic impressions with lyrics suggesting love over hate
I'm refreshening all matters to debate
A mind state regarding fate in which I place faith
Journey of revelations in time kept in mind from The One High
Prophetic when I rhyme for better times
Mad skill with a swagger untouched, better never been seen
Branded new, deemed king in this Hip scene
I kick it tighter than Mick Jagger
With a touch releasing clutch better than these rappers
What's the fact in purpose of evidence yet to surface
Unable with the flesh, but a willing spirit's knocking into courage
Taking over thoughts that discourage, presentations of respect irreplacing debt
Guarding respect placed into debt
Embedded hearts bled by emotions fleeing over what was said
In my mind's eye the dove's dead, soul's fed up with the spilling over red
Roses dead - dreaded, unaccredited depressives netted
Hard to let loose dropped just to tighten up the noose
Lessons learned taken as regression, repressives fulfilling moods of depression
Calls of the downfall, middle of the night balls all caused by the hardship brawls
In between me and her, she and I, I myself can't answer why
Disturbed by questions of the unheard, unheard, unheard, unheard
Thinking back on my times of rhymes
I can't explain God-given gifts given to lift
Scenes of shit to leave me sick upon wished
To have never witnessed, carry weight do these skills
That I spit, in seek to levitate mind states
Curing cancers with God's answers, sifting
Minds, buying time, searching signs for a find
Breeding kinds of sublime lifting standards story-lined
For a prime like bright, right enough to spark might amidst
Stardom's in light, alike gardens sharp is the scent
Of my stench - pardoned, those impure sure to lure
I'm keeping close to foes prone against to go to war
Mourn do the scores torn, born poor upon souls burned to the core
I hid in shadows soon to rumble the thunder to funnel a lyrical stunner
Hid in shadows soon to rumble the thunder to funnel a lyrical stunner
I kept on my grind, stayed on my rhymes
Prone throne from a chair talents of a self-millionaire
Fed an article as "nice", suggestions price: less
9-5 'til I'm forty's got me thinking twice less
School is good without a price - yes
A lack of education leading down paths of vice, not a question
Applying skills of God's given blessings in writtens stressing
Poetic impressions with lyrics suggesting love over hate
I'm refreshening all matters to debate
A mind state regarding fate in which I place faith
Journey of revelations in time kept in mind from The One High
Prophetic when I rhyme for better times
Mad skill with a swagger untouched, better never been seen
Branded new, deemed king in this Hip scene
I kick it tighter than Mick Jagger
With a touch releasing clutch better than these rappers
