Truth

(Chorus) Words like fire, spittin' the truth, In this concrete world, for the youth, A poet’s voice, in the urban haze, Speak out against violence, in so many ways. (Verse 1) Sittin' on the stoop, with a pen in hand, Writin' verses that the world can’t stand, From the pain and the hurt, I craft my rhyme, In the heart of the struggle, takin' my time. (Verse 2) Each line a weapon, each verse a shield, In the face of violence, I refuse to yield, From the block to the stage, I spread the word, A poet’s truth, always heard. (Bridge) In the midst of chaos, I find my peace, Through the power of words, I find release, In every stanza, in every phrase, A poet’s heart, in these days. (Chorus) Words like fire, spittin' the truth, In this concrete world, for the youth, A poet’s voice, in the urban haze, Speak out against violence, in so many ways.