The truth

Now the struggle is the root of all evil,
What's that make you?
I guess it makes me the devil,
Divide by the pain but the numbers won't settle,
Because when it rains it pours,
It rips right through your shelter

It rips right through your home and cuts deep in your heart,
Handcuffs, knives and drugs,
They tore my family apart,
Like damn... Like damn...
This can't be all that life is,
Unpaid debts, no rest and fake friends,

And when the numbers add up,
The math still ends in subtraction,
Divide by the pain,
You're left with nothing but fractions,
Imagine having the appetite of a beast

But it's hard to be a lion when there's nothing to eat,
All these cracks in my heart like these cracks in the street,
And I've been walking so much,
I swear I can't feel my feet,
But I don't buckle

No matter the pressure,
No matter the wind, the rain,
No matter the weather
I am forever
This is the sound of the truth
This is the sound of the truth