Truth don't Lie (ver.2)

This song is a bold, poetic confrontation of willful ignorance, historical denial, and oversimplified worldviews. The narrator challenges someone who sees the world in black-and-white terms, exposing the consequences of ignoring truth, history, and science. It blends gritty realism with lyrical defiance, pointing out that truth exists beyond opinion or noise, and that silence or denial doesn’t erase reality. The chorus acknowledges moral complexity and shared imperfection, suggesting that while both sides may be flawed, clinging to falsehoods is the greater failure. Ultimately, it’s a call to face hard truths with honesty and humility. 🎤 [Verse 1] You rolled in slick, boots clean, grin wide, Talkin’ like the judge, truth deep-fried. But life deals dirty from a tilted stack, You play that hand, it bites right back. 🎤 [Verse 2] Flat maps, flat minds, say the Earth don’t spin, Stars just pinholes poked in skin. But silence got weight when the facts speak loud, Truth don’t need a crowd—it stands proud. 🎤 [Pre-Chorus 1] You draw them lines like they gospel tight, But real don’t shine under neon light. Wisdom whispers where the loud get lost, And the cost of pride? That’s truth’s cost. 🎶 [Chorus] Nah, life ain’t black and white like you preach, It’s blurred out edges and truths outta reach. So pour one up for the lines we crossed— I’d ride with you, but we’d both get lost. 🎤 [Verse 3] Say the past ain’t real, that the flame was fake, That six million souls just a number to break. But echoes scream in the ash and stone, And I can’t sit still when the proof’s well known. 🎤 [Verse 4] Laugh at the heat, say the smoke ain’t real, While the bayou drowns and the corn can’t heal. Can’t rewind drought, can’t unburn rain— You can lie to the crowd, but not the grain. 🎤 [Pre-Chorus 2] You bend that frame ‘til the mirror snaps, Turn facts to fiction with a voice that claps. But stars don’t care how you spin that song— They been burnin’ true all along. 🎶 [Chorus] Nah, life ain’t clean like the stories they sell, It’s a crooked road and a rebel yell. So sip that truth from a chipped old cup, I’d nod along, but we both messed up. 🎶 [Final Chorus] It ain’t black and white like the dream you chase, It’s shades of wrong with a touch of grace. So here’s to the fight in the hearts still strong— I’d agree with you... but we both’d be wrong.