A Little Bit of Truth
Written by: Anthony Eugene Ramirez

I think we need deliverance, I pray some folks is listening.
Opinions drove by Ritalin, and Gucci’s and Timberlands.
Come on man, we swimming and, drowning in our mimicking.
What the heck, we spinning man, like Twenty-Fours and Michelins.

As the world turns, like these soap operas, politics is so proper.
Puppets in the white house, being spoken for like teleprompters.
Milk to meat, like baby toddlers, Full of the truth, like I ate some pasta.
Surviving everyday cause Jehovah Rapha, hand in my life, gotta pay my doctor.

His Healing Hand, and His Peace, is what’s feeding this mission.
Cause I’m still a wretched sinner, needing mercy, grace and forgiveness.
I hope you cats don’t miss this, scan through or dismiss this.
My interest is to Speak the Word of Life into existence.

Rain over us like a rain forest, reign over us like you paid for it.
King over kings, gotta stay in focus, hand to the plow or this walk is hopeless.
Life over death, take notice, will over choice, discussions open.
All I know, when we close our eyes, eternity’s sealed, Buenos noches.

chorus:
So what we talking about (Just gotta give them a little bit of truth)
I’m saying, what we talking about, it’s like this news, really ain’t news.
I’m saying, what we talking about (Just gotta give them a little bit of truth)
Speaking out, Was told to speak, and what I speak is nothing but truth (2x)

Ayo, Just because I’m speaking, doesn’t mean that I deny Jesus.
I use the Gospel, my defense, it’s my air, til I stop breathing.
Don’t you take that for weakness, my strength or my meekness.
From a fetus - received it, Holy Fire warded off demons.

I was, marked, separated, cleansed, elevated.
Never would of made it, mind was stimulated.
Vine was incubated, pride eliminated,
Life after Death, (yo) hope anticipated.

It’s like the road of Emmaus, lost with the hope for Oasis.
I’ve been anxious, complacent, been attacked, discouraged and hated (Faded).

Won’t make your playlists, Don’t know the King, then no Aces.
All prostitutes and all gangstas, got life and hope in Yeshua.
Lay down that hurt without sutures, lay down the hype and excuses.
Lay down the hangups and rumors, let Christ just reign as your ruler.
Ruler, recalculate your treasures, as you will judge your measured.
Not trying to give a lecture, just trying to give like ambidextrous.
Dismiss the mystery, Got issues, He got remedies.
All your problems, stains and miseries, can heal from the God of History, so…

chorus:
So what we talking about (Just gotta give them a little bit of truth)
I’m saying, what we talking about, it’s like this news, really ain’t news.
I’m saying, what we talking about (Just gotta give them a little bit of truth)
Speaking out, Was told to speak, and what I speak is nothing but truth (2x)