Put on yout hat and and take A walk down the I think you're to be surprised By all the you meet The of the melting pot of shit While a guy does your With a and his spit The whores on the try to forget That jeopardized the lives of the guys they met Some will you up and stuff You down a drain hole they wouldn't touch your body With a ten pole
Stick em up, em up, empty the drawer the banger to the owner of the liquor store I was some wine When I heard the pops and a started screaming "Someone the cops" The cops called, and we were told to wait But the death toll rose the cops were late The banger ran out,and he was in a flash He got away the murder, And out with the
The truth hurts, the hurts, And tales are written like a book The truth hurts, the truth Just open eyes and take a look, son
take a little trip to the lower side There's a junkie in a place where the freaks He shoots the shit, and gets the rent free With government and lots ofAZT He sees his kids once a week And his on her death bed as we speak She prays for little everyday But the boy is infected and the O.K. Jackin' in the city the city sleeps You lor fun and they play 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 don't sweat it out the fine's a joke In a of time it was a real done deal It's back to the burbs because the shit ain't
But the hurts, the truth hurts, And fairy tales are written like a The truth hurts, the hurts, just open your eyes and a look, son