Lyssa True Poet - Truth or Dare

Use to want to be a rapper
Like your favorite
Til I discovered every song
They say the same shit (Truth)
Use to want to go to college
Gain knowledge use it
Til I made my mind up
To pursue this music (Dare)
Use to wear my jeans baggy
Unlike the other girls (Truth)
They use to wanna reach out
And touch my curls (Dare)
So pretty, but so petty
Fuck that, never reach out
And touch my curls
Afraid of the dark at age seven
What's the problem turn the light out
Stay your ass in that bed
Don't let me find out
That you been jumping
From the bed to the door frame
Said my visions wasn't real
But they sure came
Nightmares always present
Through adolescents
Daddy sent me back to bed
It was hard lessons
I remember riding bikes with my older sister
She learned the hard way
Took it like our father dissed her
No more training wheels
Daddy rode off, kept it pushing
Trying to close the gap between the two
Over my shoulder I'm looking
Keeping up with my father
Shouting back at my sister
Pedal faster and harder
I'm about to lose him
Seen his figure decline
Hit the corner like the last sip
Of the bottle of wine
Which road will you choose
Make it worth your time
Truth or Dare
I swear this story is mine
Use to want to be a rapper
Like your favorite
Til I discovered every song
They say the same shit (Truth)
Use to want to go to college
Gain knowledge use it
Til I made my mind up
To pursue this music (Dare)
Use to wear my jeans baggy
Unlike the other girls (Truth)
They use to wanna reach out
And touch my curls (Dare)
So pretty, but so petty
Fuck that, never reach out
And touch my curls
More time goes by
I'm in the fourth grade
Lost a good friend
Car swerved into the wrong lane
Then somebody broke into my home
Shattered the window pain
Ordered porn, left blood on the sheets
A real sicko man
More blood on the walls dried up
Mama didn't shed a tear, she was all cried up
Taught me to be strong like a dung beetle
Eleven hundred times the weight of myself
On my back
Don't be slow to react
You know I'm coming with facts
Truth serum all I give
What you gone give back
I'm over being lied to
The pastor, the bishop, the priest
The deacon, my friends and enemies
All I got is these sounds
Metaphors, pronouns
Stories of how I live
When, what, why, how
I know some true gems
Guess they all glowed out
Use to have potential
But they all hoes now
I hear-by solemnly swear
That I absolutely and entirely
Renounce all allegiance to false prophets
I declare I will not support or defend your lies
I swear the poetry in which I give the world
Shall be of truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So help me God
I use to wanna be a rapper
Like your favorite
Til I went and caught a charge
On some state shit (Truth)
Use to want to get money
Drink, smoke weed
Leave love a foreign emotion
That shit I don't need (Dare)
Use to live a life full of bad habits (Truth)
Thug life middle fingers up
Living lavish (Dare)
So foolish, but truth over lie
Fuck that, truth is we all gone die

Written by:
AARON DAVID ANDERSON, DEBRA FOTHERINGHAM, MICHAEL MCCLELLAN, STEPHEN NEWMAN, Aaron David Anderson, Michael Jay McClellan

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