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Truth Told

Album cover art for "Truth Told" by Z (of Firing Squad) & Jennifer Kemple

Z (of Firing Squad) & Jennifer Kemple - Rap, West Coast Rap

Truth Told

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September 20, 2016.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Z] See there's a storm inside my mind and I ain't brave enough to face Painting portraits of my S.O.S. in the open like it's Craigslist Thinking deeper than the grave is where my grandpas body's laying And forgive me for not praying, but I ain't ever have the patience Me and this microphones relation is a complicated station Cause she listen but don't embrace it, and remind me the room is vacant And I don't know why I kept saying that being hard is obligation When I really just wanna erase it cause old me was on detonation And I don't know why I'm an asshole when my bitch just want attention Probably the same reason I'm spitting, cause my mind is always drifting I'm a loner in my cranium and saving 'em is a distant Shot into the dark, I'm turning satanistic into Christian I'm sorry 'bout the Squad, sorry the family feel is missing Cause the music was applause but now awkward's no longer misfit And I wish I could give my family all the time they fucking missing But truth told I love the road and this is my only talent, gifted [Chorus: Jennifer Kemple] Tired of madness truth be told I'm a poor and broken soul I don't know which way to go So I'mma just pave my own damn road Guaranteed to fail but hey I'll look back and laugh some day You know we burn and wave alone Truth be told [Verse 2: Z] I couldn't tell you why I think I'm Gods gift to fucking Earth Until I'm walking off the stage and shit starts turning for the worst Never once admit I'm wrong, no matter who the fuck I hurt And the shit my girl deserve is probably better than I'm worth Man I'm twenty-nine years old and ain't got money for a urn If I have to die today and burn my family'd be broker than they were I want to give my kids the world, but all I'm working with is dirt And so my overall perception of success, it's on a curve I apologize to everybody that encounters my disturbed Drunk version of my nerves cause he's less than a perfect nerd Maybe ruder than absurd And say shit that should never be heard But he love you all the same My mind just rotten more than yours The profit overtook me 'bout five years ago or more And that's all that I've been looking for while ignoring all other doors Sorry I can't say I am cause the money is the door I mean the look inside my children's eyes when I buy 'em shit's what it's for [Chorus: Jennifer Kemple] Tired of madness truth be told I'm a poor and broken soul I don't know which way to go So I'mma just pave my own damn road Guaranteed to fail but hey I'll look back and laugh some day You know we burn and wave alone Truth be told [Verse 3: Jennifer Kemple] The piano keeps playing, even if nobody listens Life is unfair and filled with difficult decisions Fam not fans is the way that I've been living Promoted from the sub-branch to the main devision And I lost plenty of sheep, when the wolves did attack The weak ones was lost, but the soldiers came back Still trying to spin gold from the same haystack And keep our sun shining though the sky is pitch black And it gets hard every day just to watch my fucking mouth Cause the system overloads and the sparks come flying out I keep pushing up, though things keep falling south My children keep me anchored when the bottom falls out And I know that I will make it But I'm a human filled with doubt What hasn't killed me makes me stronger, pulled the stitches out Although it hurt like hell Although I cried loud The scars never healed but they fade away somehow [Chorus: Jennifer Kemple] Tired of madness truth be told I'm a poor and broken soul I don't know which way to go So I'mma just pave my own damn road Guaranteed to fail but hey I'll look back and laugh some day You know we burn and wave alone Truth be told

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Credits

Writers
  • Jennifer Kemple
  • Z (of Firing Squad)