If you can't take the truth, chances are I'll plant you like grade/
I'm not one to fake what's the truth, when the proof's on the page
The truth's in the pavement, of the foundation on which I walk/
And the sad truth is I was hated, way before the days I could talk
Every day's a new thought, and with each thought comes more truth/
I've been jailed and been court, yet still I won't stop what I do
Every night I've fought through, even when my dreams had fell through/
Who would have thought they'd do it to me, and then to my little girl too
They all did what they done did, then tried to accuse Dunne of being a liar/
Coming for the rhymes & my daughter, saying I'd light their house on fire
I like to out them for being liars, cause the truth is it's better out than in/
Like I've got time for petty fires, when it's so much fun killing em with ink
If only they could think a little smarter, then maybe an answer they'd have/
Rather than another rhyme called karma, as I dance like Swayze on my pad
I nearly went crazy cause of dad, lucky I never turned to drink like my mum/
Cause then on the pad it would have read, here lies my dead little son.