ls that true, Mrs. Hart? [Amos Hart] I'm telling you, that's the truth. My wife has nothing to do with it. She won't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Until
touch with the keys, move over Alicia I force feed ya the metric scale Rap's like child's play, my show and tell Within each verse you see the truths
hit while our playing) There's beauty in this place, (It helped me I'm staying) it took me all these years to realise. (These blows mark a new deal) (The truth
one the only...HANNAH MONTANA !! Whoa!! your not screaming...WHY ARNT YOU SCREAMING!! Jackson : oh believe me shes screaming on the inside!! [scream played
it's your turn, It's your turn, it's your turn. I'd love to love you now till I'll be sure That this time your love won't hurt me more, Hurt me more, hurt
my father too, but sweet Marie there ain't no other That show me more than you, how to stay out of the devil's reaches Pushing me to profit, rocking
YOU (if the truth were told i really hate myself so) FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! i'm so sorry i really am so, so sorry if i ever hurt you or
decide in your mind To accept or decline the reality of truth You've gotta let it out boy Gotta let it go, gotta give it up If you really wanna know The truth
Tailored sheets to fix this dirty bed, for once this dirt won?t come all off. It can?t be pushed aside. Wind is blowing through closed doors, With shadows
to all the ones tryin' to hold you back Tryin' to make you feel like you're less than that Givin' nothing more better than to make you crack But really just trying to push
truth Let hate save you, when, nothing else will, Oh, let it save you, when, nothing else will. (Let it save you) The mood is let down, Let it play
hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth, the sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth. If you could find a crack in this faceless wall and push
Why dem a fight di herb ? While di crack and di coke Destroy the world Why dem a fight di herb ? No do no wrong seh it nah do no hurt Me blaze it as
It hurts so bad, I cannot breathe So lonely so lost, in misery Breathing a lie, I am denied Blindfold my eyes, I am to die Push away in anger, a
pray, remembering the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth [from Who's Gonna Take the Weight?:] ("You should know the truth And the truth
to kill And that's what I did, The truth is deeper than you can define Why should I lie when it's evil and the truth is divine I don't write fiction,