➡ The text is a critique of societal issues, focusing on the struggles of everyday people and the perceived injustices caused by the wealthy and powerful. It highlights the hardships of working for low pay, the problems with the political system, and the struggles of the less fortunate. The text encourages readers to seek the truth and resist manipulation, suggesting that the ‘Truth Mafia’, led by Tommy Truthwood, can provide more honest information.

Read your title, know the word gently raised by Tommy Truth Open truth, pop your music, we’ll be bringing the truth To the mainstream of the heights I’ve been telling my soul, working all day Over time I was for that bullshit pay So I sit out here, watch your life slip away Drag back home, drowning my troubles away It’s a damn shame, looking what this world’s come to For people like me, and people like you Wish I could just wake up and it not be true But it is, oh it is, but it is Living in this new world, but I gotta know so These rich men, not the rich men, they out of control Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do They don’t think you know, but I know that you do Your dollar ain’t shit, it’s tied to the end All cuz of these rich men, not the rich So hard, it’s a damn shame, what the world’s come to For people like me, and people like you Wish I could wake up and it not be true But it is, oh it is Politicians should look out for minors Not just minors, our island’s hiding with liars Folks in the streets got nothing to eat While the obese milk and welfareists repeat God, if you’re five foot three and three hundred pounds While we paying taxes for your bags and fudge rounds Young man putting himself six feet deep All this country keeps kicking him, no relief Lord, it’s a damn shame, what the world’s come to For people like me, and people like you Wish I could wake up and it not be true But it is, oh it is Living in this new world, with an old soul These rich men, not the rich men Taking control, wanna know what you think Wanna know what you do, they don’t think you know But I know that you do, your dollar ain’t shit It’s tied to the end, because of rich men, not the rich men I been selling my soul, working all day Over time I was for that bullshit pain I see it clear now, the game that they play Building their empires while we just decay If you’re tired of the lies, I wanna see it all Go out into our daily newsletter at truthmafia.com More music, more truth, and all the day high The mainstream will tell you what’s really inside The Truth Mafia is the biggest group of truthseavers alive Led by Tommy Truthwood, the copy copy we survived Join the fight, don’t let it take control Just let me stand up and let the truth be told Reality is a code, I am the glitch that reveals its secrets Tommy Truthful Tommy Truthful Tommy Truthful
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