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Price of Truth is a Dark Emotional Rap song about Inner battles, scars, and the cost of honesty. This track dives into the war within the mind — where silence feels louder than screams, and the fight is against the reflection in the mirror.

If you’ve ever felt broken, betrayed, or trapped inside your own thoughts, this raw rap is for you. With haunting lyrics and powerful delivery, The Price of Truth captures the weight of pain, rage, and resilience.

🎧 Best for:

Those who connect with emotional rap, conscious rap, and lyrical truth

Fans of raw, introspective hip hop with cinematic energy

Anyone fighting battles in silence but still standing strong

Lyrics-

[Intro]
They say "play the game" — but the game’s all fake
Where lies wear chains and the truth gets hate
I tried to smile, tried to blend, play safe
But now I’m sick of silence — time to detonate

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen clout chase clowns turn prophets overnight
Photoshop dreams, filters blur the fight
Industry feeds on the weak who pretend
Reward the puppet, crucify the man who won’t bend

Every handshake’s loaded, every word rehearsed
Labels sell souls, not songs, that’s the curse
I never fit in — they said, "You too deep"
But surface sells better when the mind's asleep

Had friends with masks, couldn’t see their face
They’d lie for likes, and sell truth for grace
I'm not bitter, I’m just tired of the game
Where real hearts bleed, but the plastic gets fame

[Verse 2]
Scroll feeds full of bodies with empty minds
And captions that rhyme but say nothin’ inside
You call it “grind,” I call it performance
Built a brand, forgot your own importance

I write with blood while they post for fun
Every lyric I drop weighs a thousand tons
You spit trends — I spit trauma and soul
They count followers, I count the toll

Every night I wrestle with staying real
Cuz the price of truth, man, it don’t heal
No sponsors wanna back the broken
Just mannequins molded, bought and tokened

[Verse 3]
Don’t tell me “just adapt” or “play nice”
When I’ve walked through hell just to speak my life
They want stories, but only the polished ones
Not the parts where I almost pulled the gun

Yeah, I’ve been there — pills in the drawer
Dark room silence, pacing the floor
Not a flex — it’s the wreckage I live
But I write it down so some kid might forgive

Forgive himself for not being fake
For feeling too much in a world that’s fake
This ain’t music — it’s survival with beats
This mic’s my last breath when I can’t speak

[Outro]
So keep your brand deals, keep your fame
I’ll keep my scars, I’ll keep my name
You sell a mask — I sell my truth
And that’s the realest thing I’ll ever do


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