Truth Detective
Here tonight
Sing you something wild
Yeah
From my soul This life
Came from the highest high
Fly so young we are
This life flow into mine
Grab a hold of the rail
And
Set your sail
Far away land we go
Manhattan Tokyo
Yeah
Yeah
TRUTH DETECTIVE
Like magic
Under this trance
Foreign lands
Desert sands
Weapons of doom
Turning into gloom
Corner store clerk with a broom
Back in high school
Time’s they change
Better to reach my fame
Not just this one a game
No casting blame
Awakening nightmare
Yeah that golden age
Olden time’s hats the felt
Brim, decorative feather ribbons are black
And the Jazz
my man GANGSTER CAPONE
Learning rap
Not wearing a cap
You in the graveyards now
My time not yet come
Slowing down all my moments so slow
Manhattan Tokyo nights old
These years are like gold
When those things you see now
Have turned black and white
And you see the light
May it be Jesus Christ
Or the Buddha inside
May Truth be Blessing your life
With all that is nice
Truth Detective out here
Subway system fear
Leaving the mind
Still we have our hope inside
Tuning out
And out
We go
We go and we go
On and on and on
Till the Mafia make’s us stop
for good
and
No good
Truth Detective
Plays no lute
No weapons will i shoot