True Story Salloum (Ft. John Lennon)

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


|It's just like we've all just woken up one morning
And thought, was it a dream is it a nightmare, what's been going on
We're all just trying to make the next day a bit better|
|Anybody knows that the people have the power
All we have to do is awaken the power in the people
The people are unaware, It's like they're not educated to realize that they have power!|


Thinking back on my times of rhymes
I can’t explain God-given gifts given to lift
Scenes of s* to leave me sick upon wished
To have never witnessed, carry weight do the skills
That I spit, in seek to levitate mind states
Curing cancers with God's answers, sifting
Mind’s - 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
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...