Truths

You can walk a mile in my shoes But can you walk a mile with Jesús Can u choose to change your views Wake up and refuse to hit the snooze Grind as if you had nothing left to lose Can you put down the juice as an excuse To defuse and soothes but never smooths Cuz at night my street turn into Zoos The loose screws confuse us on the news While u indulge in pleasure instead of truths That only proves abuse when you seduce So I ask are those boobs really balloons Are those jules worth the abuse You bump and bruise who's to accuse Tell me before the wounds turn into tombs

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