real truth

the Angels are falling the sky is calling the people is boring the rain is pouring the lion is roaring Blue is soaring the team is scoring that's a final warning wake up it's early morning everything is transforming the bees out here heavy swarming my bars are thundering got these niggas wondering their mind go plundering I don't do no numbering I don't do no ushering y'all out here suffering y'all brain is buffering kids out here coloring parents out here suffering this is ain't no fuckin diss these bars won't miss my song is like a kiss