Kill Yourself with the Truth

They say the apple never falls far from the tree,

Which means the fruit never falls far from its roots.

This means the strange fruit that once grew from those lynching trees

Never fell far from the slaves that knelt down on their knees

A hundred years ago, to pray to God that a change would come.

They told us that a change would come

But I haven’t seen it yet.

People gambling their souls to the devil

And he hasn’t even placed a bet.

The afraid might fear and the weak may tear

But you couldn’t hear my screams if I whispered them in your ear to you.

The United States is like a whore on the corner of a suburb,

And the government that’s pimping us isn’t the slightest bit disturbed.

Isn’t that absurd?

My pen bleeds for the seeds that never get the chance to grow past the first stage,

And my mouth is so sick and tired of speaking through a cage

That it would be an understatement to say that what I spit is just rage.

I’m furious.

Curious as to why inner city kids learn their ABC’s but don’t give a damn because their too concern with being a G

Or making one

Too busy trying to find their way instead of making one.

Two roads diverge into a wood but they’d rather take the taken one.

My brothers are the sons of guns

Because their daddies think with their triggers

Just like a Ni—

Nah I can’t even say that word

Because deriding one group is just absurd.

The Germans killed the Jews, rock music killed the blues, fake poets killed “The Cool”, and the mirror is killing you,

Because the more you see yourself, the more selfish you get.

The more you shoot blindly, the more innocent you hit,

And the more sins you commit the less innocent you get.

Karma’s effects…see?

Even if they aren’t directly,

You do me, you get done,

And that’s not a threat, see…

I’m trying to make you see everything has a consequence

Even if everything I say should be common sense.

Kids get buried before their grandparents do.

I told a mother her son got shot,

And she already knew.

It was bound to happen.

Isn’t that beautiful?

The only destiny for her kid in this world was death,

And speaking at the funeral would have been a waist of breath

So she killed herself,

Two days before the funeral,

So if you can’t live what I’m telling you,

Kill yourself.

Kill yourself with the truth.