Put on yout hat and and take A walk down the I you're bound to be surprised By all the you meet The bowels of the pot Wreeks of While a guy does windows a sponge and his spit The whores on the highway try to That jeopardized the lives of the guys they met Some will shoot you up and You down a drain hole Cause wouldn't touch your body With a ten foot
Stick em up, stick em up, the drawer Said the banger to the owner of the liquor I was purchasing some When I heard the and a patron started screaming "Someone the cops" The cops called, and we were told to wait But the toll rose because the cops were late The banger ran out,and he was in a flash He got with the murder, And out the cash
The truth hurts, the hurts, And fairy tales are written a book The truth hurts, the hurts Just your eyes and take a look, son
Let's take a little trip to the side There's a junkie in a where the freaks reside He shoots the shit, and gets the paid free With government checks and lots He sees his kids about a week And his on her death bed as we speak She for little ones everyday But the boy is and the girl's O.K. Jackin' in the city while the city You play lor fun and they for keeps a thief in the hood just waitin to pop And a kid in a Cadillac to cop and couple vials of coke And he don't sweat it out cause the fine's a In a matter of time it was a done deal It's to the burbs because the shit ain't real
But the hurts, the truth hurts, And fairy tales are written a book The truth hurts, the hurts, just open your eyes and a look, son