My lips and teeth conceal my tongue ,

Seems like a strong barrier but the mouth can still run

It’s painful having to cover up this and it’s just disgusting

I can feel the relieve in my throat , like oil on a machine that was rusting

I grew a mechanical conscious because of the lies and its toture

Here’s the truth Syrup , to remove scales of pretence

A glimpse of Your true colours for your face that’s already pale

Believe in the power of a word , alot of fragile hearts got hurt

Here’s some for brother that you left in the dirt

For your sister she believed she would never get hurt

Spare some of your cousin he might need a dozen

I am Realist , I speak the truth

I am fearless, I dig until I reach the deepest root

One of the Realest Regardless of my appearance

Lies make you a serpent , a slave and a servant

Regardless of my appearance give me your hand even if you are my dearest

Here’s the Truth Syrup like water opening your eyelids

By Bradley Moleta