The Truth
HOW COME I HAD TO WAIT FOR MY
FATHER
HOW COME I HAD TO HAVE A BABY
AT 15
HOW COME I HAD TO FIGHT TO
GRADUATE
HOW COME I GET DEGRADED
HOW COME I GET JUDGED
THE TRUTH IS MY FATHER WASNT
ALWAYS THERE
THE TRUTH MY CHOICE WAS THE BED
I WAS SCARED BUT WHO CARES IS
WAT I THOUGHT
THE TRUTH IS I FOUGHT TO PROVE
EVERYBODY WRONG I DIDNT DO IT
FOR ME
THE TRUTH IS IM A STATISTIC
THE TRUTH IS IN THE WORLD THE
JUDGE IS THE GOVERNMENT
THE TRUTH THAT WE WANT TO
BELIEVE IS LIES
SO BELIEVE THE LIES ND DESPISE
THE TRUTH
Copyright © Sherelle Smith | Year Posted 2013
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