The Truth

A black man said his name was Apollo Creed
Born as a novel seed in the land of a thousand kings
My third eye forever open, living out my dreams
Climbing down the mountain to drink water from a baller stream
No taps in my system, my land-line clean
My bloodline reconnected under my family tree
Was it an atom or Adam? Science or religion?
Was it the spirit in man or molecules in him?
Beer in my hand till I can't stand the system
I walk through ghetto alleys like the titans through the valley
Turn the wisdom into a tooth in my mouth
And spit the Judas out
Producing songs like farms to put my music out
Fruits of my labor, vegetables and turntables
Bringing day with the night
Watching the light cross stage you
The future bit the computer 'fore it chopped up the snake
'Cause they say, apple a day keeps the doc away
Truth

Running through the wind and hear some lies
I hear them cry
Blood shading my eyes
Truth is
In the midst of the darkest hours
Crazy changing faces within them towers
Truth is

Yo, Jésus, got some water, need some grape juice
I bowed my head and the crown fell out my slave roots
That nigga Blu moved Giza to Mount Olympus
Now I fix a pyramid every time I count figures
Kissing Venus with a Visa
Sitting on Chichen Itza
It's the heart I told her
It's the heart that keeps me living
Turn the mirror to a prism
Saw the zenith through the ceiling
If you live in a glass house, buy a surround system
This is crack, play it too loud, your house won't make it back
Paint the White House black
Rearrange the whole map
I swam under the ocean
Found Atlantis and a poem
Left a rap book in Pomona
I could take the planet over
Told a soldier if he finds it
He should take it home and rhyme it
And I did, Blu adventures of the gods and the titans
The truth

Running through the wind and hear some lies
I hear them cry
Blood shading my eyes
Truth is
In the midst of the darkest hours
Crazy changing faces within them towers
Truth is
Truth is