Truth Is …
I write about truth
But
Truth is …
I’d rather be a kid again
Than to pay
All these bills
Truth is …
I hate drama
But
Every pretty momma
That comes my way
Plays games
With my
Heart
And
I’ve played the fool
So many times
Thus far …
They seem to bring
The drama out of me
Truth is …
I still miss the friends
I lost in the
Move …
So when I meet someone new
I try to prove that I fit
In …
But they can’t understand
The initial quietness
So they shy away
Real quick
Truth is …
I have a ruthless
Temper
When I’ve been deceived …
This is because
I believe
I respect everyone
So when they
Disrespect me
I have to show them
I ain’t the one …
Truth is …
I’m the son of a preacher
And God has been calling me
To teach
Since the age of
19 …
But all the pain
Pop’s when through
Believing in
Him
Makes me lean toward
Sin …
Then I see people
Who pretend they know
The truth
Pulling up to pulpits
In
Bentley Coupes …
So
Then I’m like
“Shoot, maybe this is what I’m supposed to do!”
But truth is …
I’d rather live in a
Cardboard box
Than to scam people
In God’s name
For
Profit …
Truth is …
Sometimes
I wish I could stop
This feeling of
“Everything will be alright”
When I know good and well
The reason I sleep alone
At night
Is because
Nice guys really do
Finish
Last …
Truth is …
Fast cash sounds
Good …
But phuk being hood
And
The rats that come along
With that …
Truth is …
It’s a fact
Most of these dudes
Are
Actors …
But the truth is
The fine women are
Mostly after cash …
So as long as the money right
They can give a damn
About the
Acting …
Truth is …
Sometimes I believe
There is no truth …
But deep inside
God tells me to
“Keep Moving”
Truth is …
Men like me are rare
Who dare to
Utter their
True feelings …
We Are Real Men …
But if
“The Truth”
Was “In”
Then I wouldn’t be
Feeling like
This …
And the truth is …
I grow tired of
This
“Love and Truth”
Shyt …
Cause every time
I try to prove
It
The more problems
I get …
But the truth is …
I won’t stop until
I prove it …
Have a baby boy …
And
My new wife and I
Move into our new home …
And the truth is …
I’m tired of being alone …
Sipping Sauvignons
Wondering when my moment
Will come …
But the truth is …
It will
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