[Verse 1: Suburban Truth]
They dividing the fight
I unite to take over
I'm the white writer that writes in Crayola
Trapping light in my rainbow spray flow
They attack our life
Turn our gray areas to black and white
Lately graciously gracefully
Saying grace faithfully
For grace so my grays turn to color
Paint-scaping
Pain-stakenly paint-staking the vampire
s**ing color out of life
And the life out of color
Burn him red on the campfire
Ants fire red are rising
Up fighting the light of the white horizon
Through gla** prism
The gla** prison
My mirror stay clearer
I stay clear'a the fear'a
The mask hidden
My past risen
[Verse 2: Suburban Truth]
I school rappers in a cla**room setting
Got the slow emcees shaking
In the bathroom sweating
I'm close to the edge
Fighting off all these artist vultures
And gold diggers
Leeching off our retarded culture
I'm starting over
I've had it with stupid tradition
Consumerism's a euphemism for useless fiction
The super villain Suburban Truth
The dark knight
Kicking the doomed fake heroes out of the spotlight
So if you're sleeping home alone
Keep a light on
The beat'll keep me in the zone
When the mic on
And my iPod with the screen
I read and type on
Dodging biters, snakes and vipers
Spitting venom like a python
It's the calm before the storm
Think you got it 'til I make the juice
Mixing my labors with the fruition
Of my labor fruits
Lyricists are hanging onto every word
It's the best you've ever heard
S'burban Truth
Spread the word!