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letra de after the truth - b. hardy the poet

after the truth lyrics
driving down the malibu with the top down
with the baddest chick riding shotgun with her top out
pulled over to the side of the road just to blow her back out
then copped her some gucci panties just before we head out
my life sort of a mess that’s how god planned it out
i’m walking by faith you know i can’t stand for doubt
i’m making ends meet by any means with no hand outs
it’s raining blessings now cause i survived when it was a drought
evaporating vibes and i came to bring the clouds out
cause when i rain flows i’m bound to cause a blackout
rifle out the window pointed at the stakeout
i’ve been on the pen a long time, it’s time that i breakout
my prices going higher just as you were about to checkout
and i’ll never make this paper wearing a dress as a sellout
with god in me these flows so hot they can burn h-ll out
ashes from the bottom taking hip hop the phoenix route
cash your chips in and tell vegas i’m about put the goats on notice
have em wonder how i go so unnoticed
surviving all the winters cause the poet is the coldest
and i’m not the goat yet but i’ll be d-mn if i’m not the closest
i’m so focused
walking into rooms like i’m the boldest you gon touch shoulders with
leaving carcasses on some vulture sh-t
take a picture when they on some other sh-t
while i’m repping for the culture of real rap and impeccable lyricists
switchin it up to give you judicial blemishes
judges tipping the libra scales through justice miscarriages
fixing the verdict freeing a k!ller is some disturbing sh-t
they let me touch the mic so consider me their disturbance sent
this sh-t gon live rent free in your head for days
wondering where the money at n-gga and who got paid
who got played white privileged spewed over a n-ggas grave
giving you the truth of the matter is truly all i crave
i’m too brave to waive my right to speak i must say
there’s gon come a day where making a wishing just ain’t the way
and shout out to ye cause now we all asking how sway
the judicial system starting to look a little too cliche
how you swear on the bible and can’t bow your head to pray
i’m both feet in man just stop meeting me halfway
i’m doing this for the unarmed blacks you passed away
for george floyd, breonna taylor, and freddie gray, it’s too many to say
you gon hear this loud or i know someone that’ll make you deaf just to hear what i say
i never came to play
stop believing the lies when the truth is on display
i came to crack the code they never thought could be dismayed
i promise i’m sorry for the delay
i still had to mold this clay to give you something you gon always want on replay
how you feeding homeless kids and they still don’t have a place to stay
i only burn bridges to move fake ones out the way

you have now entered the final hour
the sun is down, the night is dark
the moon is new and the fire is on its last spark
and i am the boogeyman
it’s the 4th quarter and i’m bout to go black mamba now
i still feel the pain when i heard the chopper go down
favorite place to keep my people shouldn’t be face down
i’m ready for the uphill cause of every time i had to take down
line em all up i’m cuttin heads like ned now
game of thrones takeover and i came to take the throne now
or should i go drogon and burn this whole sh-t down
i’m sitting back like heavy is the head that wears the crown
just consider me hip hops forgotten step child
so what you seeing right now is why i will never lay down
i’ll never sleep on myself now
picking jaws up from when they said wow
drooling over the flow just watch your step now the reason i’m here is why you should just step down
not used to be second cause its still just a step down
restoring the balance and i won’t make a misstep now
just give me all of my respect now
i murdered this beat it’s up to you figure out how this gone give memory to the senile
see now how i’m telling you the see now
i’m telling the blind to see now
waking the dead from their sleep now
i’m elevating to a real, real better me now
only in my 30s so when i pray i hope it’s not my last bow
fix your eyebrow
how could you not bow down
to the most lyrical proper pr-noun
just fix your painted faces red noses or forever remain clowns

- b hardy the poet

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