Now the struggle is the root of all evil

What's that make you? I guess it makes me the devil

Divide by the pain but the numbers won't settle

Because when it rains it pours, it rips right through your shelter

It rips right through your home and cuts deep in your heart

Handcuffs, knives and drugs; they tore my family apart

Like damn... This can't be all that life is: unpaid debts, no rest and fake friends



And when the numbers add up, the math still ends in subtraction

Divide by the pain, you're left with nothing but fractions

Imagine having the appetite of a beast

But it's hard to be a lion when there's nothing to eat

All these cracks in my heart like these cracks in the street

And I've been walking so much I swear I can't feel my feet

But I don't buckle, no matter the pressure



No matter the wind, the rain, no matter the weather

I am forever, this is the sound of the truth

this is the sound of the truth