Put on yout hat and and take A walk down the I think you're bound to be By all the you meet The bowels of the pot Wreeks of a guy does your windows With a and his spit The whores on the highway try to That they the lives of the guys they met Some shoot you up and stuff You a drain pipe hole Cause they wouldn't touch body With a ten foot
Stick em up, stick em up, empty the Said the to the owner of the liquor store I was some wine When I heard the pops and a patron started "Someone the cops" The were called, and we were told to wait But the death toll rose because the were late The banger ran out,and he was gone in a He got away the murder, And out the cash
The truth hurts, the hurts, And fairy are written like a book The hurts, the truth hurts Just open your eyes and a look, son
Let's take a little to the lower side There's a junkie in a place where the freaks He shoots the shit, and gets the rent paid With checks and lots ofAZT He his kids about once a week And his on her death bed as we speak She for little ones everyday But the boy is infected and the O.K. Jackin' in the while the city sleeps You play lor fun and they for keeps a thief in the hood just waitin to pop And a kid in a tryin to cop Herb and couple vials of And he sweat it out cause the fine's a joke In a matter of it was a real done deal It's back to the because the shit ain't real
But the hurts, the truth hurts, And fairy tales are written like a The hurts, the truth hurts, just your eyes and take a look, son