Truth Serum

[Intro: Ayn Rand] Ladies and gentlemen, I shall begin by doing a very unpopular thing that does not fit today’s intellectual fashions and is, therefore, anti-consensus. I shall begin by defining my terms so that you will know what I’m talking about [Verse 1] Since truth is a burden we don’t carry well Hope’s parallel but you never tell And seldom ring out, mostly what we do is just bring out Negative vibes and tentative highs Instead of a lie we got omission of truth Aloof leaders and believers not in the loop Instead of peace they motivate troops Increase police presence in tenements, blocks, and streets What’s the relevance? Social economic elements Reflected temperaments to out of court settlements No resemblance is left to the human condition as a rendition of hypocrisy Decadence and bad decisions, a mockery of sad religion Too much hate often dictates when what’s innate What’s at stake takes the grace and the eyes out the face of blind faith and that just proves fate [Hook] [Verse 2] I’mma scream revolution, solution is probably evolution Pollution is disillusion and ? fall from grace Poker-faced in case the elements of evidence have got you running a race But it’s a waste, you running in place and my objective is perspective See the way you look at life is intersected In effect it’s how you gonna see wrong and right Soul weary, nearly, I really got a poet’s eye Clearly I could show you I really got an open eye To the street and the struggle, the hustle the double When your family needs something to eat And mom and dad on the street OZs, coke, pills, and heroin And I don’t mean the female sense of the word I mean the shit they gonna buy on the curb, their baby’s cries unheard I refer to their baby at home, all alone in the warzone, parents stoned [Hook] [Verse 3] The tides of the world have changed but the depth’s the same Correct me if I’m mistaken, we hasten in vain Replacing the flame with flamboyance Relating what’s vain to clairvoyance It’s not buoyant, sink to the bottom Most labels and artists have got em And caught em and knot em, killing their green Just like Autumn, you know what I mean It’s like the devil taught em, smoke screen the whole scene The dream is a nightmare now, I seen the light glare down Surround my team like God taking a fiend’s soul home from a crime scene Riddled with holes, alone like he gonna atone On his own growing out his shoes, brain like ? is true Too many die early, plenty cry surely, but what can we do? It’s too late, we choose fate over blind faith [Hook]