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American Truth
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American Truth was released on June 24, 2026 by Holler Creed as a part of the album American Truth - Single
June 24, 2026
LabelHoller Creed
LanguageEnglish
BPM83
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I grew up where the rent late lights off
Mama cryin in the kitchen tryna fight loss
White kid trailer park Black kid project hall
Same hunger in they stomach same pain in they thoughts
Politicians get rich while the neighborhoods bleed
Then they turn us on each other while they plantin the seeds
Red or blue left or right man that hate all fake
Cause poverty dont care about the color of your face
I done seen white boys hooked on meth by sixteen
Black boys dodgin cops before they hit their teens
Both grow up feelin hopeless and angry inside
Both got fathers either dead gone or doin time
And the rich folks watch us fight over scraps and crumbs
While they livin in mansions never missin a lunch
We was kids in the mud tryna find a way out
But theyd rather sell division than tell us what its about
Aint no black or white when you starvin together
Cold nights broke homes all fightin the pressure
Same tears from a mama when her baby get killed
Same pain in your chest when them bills dont get filled
We was all just kids in survival mode
Different sides of town but the same dark road
They keep us divided while they sit on thrones
But the poor bleed the same when you cut to the bone
I got love for the people at the bottom with me
The ones workin two jobs still stuck in defeat
The ones judged by they zip code before they speak
The ones the system made tired before they could dream
See racism real I aint sayin its not
But the rich get stronger every time that we fight
Cause a broke white kid and a broke Black kid
Got more in common than the billionaires did
We all grew up hearin stay away from them
Whole time we was all just victims of the same system
Same school lunch lines same eviction notices
Same pain hidden deep behind the poker faces
And they label us criminals before we grown men
Then wonder why rage keep overflowin again
Im just speakin truth I aint preachin for fame
The hood and the trailer park got the same flames
No silver spoon no handouts came
Just pain and survival and inherited shame
And they taught us hate before they taught us hope
Now we kill each other while the rich get votes
Aint no black or white when the rent past due
When your mama stressed out tryna make it for you
Aint no enemy sittin next to you broke
The enemy the ones gettin rich off the smoke
From the ghettos to them small dirt roads
Everybody just tryna carry they load
And maybe if we finally stand side by side
We could heal the whole world they kept divided
Written by: Benjamen Latham
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