Cedric Till - Truth be told

[Verse 1]
Truth be told, I'm past a lot of shit
Believe in love as much as politics, pragmatism
Everywhere, I rather keep it friendly with a lot of chicks
I'd rather spare them the bottom of the abyss
People I love, I end up blocking, it is for the best
Apart we're broken already, but together we're a mess
I'm afflicted by stress, grey strands attest
And my acerbic nature? It's from a wager I forget
Everytime I get reminded I'm in everybody's debt
Cause my bet was I could do this by myself, and I couldn't
If defiance is the motor, my pride is still the rotor
With age, it's just one more thing I'm trying to get over
Shit, so much anger beneath the calm surface
Remnants of days when affection just wasn't nurtured
I try to change the course, it's just inertia
Or just a convenient excuse, because I'm good with them
Man, fuck looking fondly upon what could've been
Whenever pressed on why it failed, there go the wooden grin
Discarded everything and everyone that wouldn't win
Yet here I am, still trying to break a spell
That one day to up the challenge I must've put on myself...

[Verse 2]
Truth be told, I don't belong here
Who am I fooling? These fuck rappers are washed
In shower thoughts, the minute that I step in the booth
Whilst I remain dry, as the humor that flew overhead
To be honest, doesn't matter if you know the ledge
More important to know your way around a ledger
Your words are transparent as the orifice they came from
When liberty of choice is a tradition you break from
Tired of being asked if the women in my company
Have laid under me, your parents must've been absentees
Catch me turn up at your regular haunt
Extend your hand, I be like "Man, I'd rather you leave"
Can't be in my Top 5, if I don't personally know you
And Cormega put it best on Raw Forever, on song two
Fuck approval, only rap to vent steam
Loathe what I can't have and anything that ever tempts me
Look at the constipated masquerade put on by
People desperate to date someone, so deathly they're afraid
To be alone, were it up to me, I'd rather stay at home
But noone pays for poems unless you're standing on a stage
And so I save up money, I'll be glad to see the waves
Accompanied by the true, my brethren, that'll be the day
My armor's nonchalance, because I recognize the hate
If I reflect it in their face, I'll catch a case, fuck out of my way!