u want da truth,
but u cnt handle da truth,
u tel mah i cn tel u
but when i du
u throw it back at mah face
as if i suddenly became
nothin 2 u
ur angry at me?
when u specifically told me
2 tel u bout mah life
wel, guess wat?
tats truth, it hurts,
it ponds on u liek a hammer on a nail,
it wounds us liek a nife upon da flesh
da truth hurts n tat is irrevocable,
tats da truth...
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