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Untold Truth
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Untold Truth was released on August 26, 2026 by Ember Rowe as a part of the album Still Walking
ReleasedAugust 26, 2026
LabelEmber Rowe
LanguageEnglish
BPM151
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mm-mm...
Tell me... tell me why...
If we all bleed the same color...
Why do we die different?
[Verse 1 ]
Mama said, "Work hard, you'll find your light."
I worked both hands... still losing every fight.
The sun don't choose whose roof it shines upon,
But somehow some wake rich before the dawn.
My shoes got holes but my dreams wear gold,
They say, "Be patient," while my story grows old.
Is destiny written... or purchased in cash?
Why does hope disappear quicker than ash?
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me...
Who's writing all these rules?
Why are the wise called fools...
Until they own the jewels?
[Chorus]
Why... why do the rich stay rich?
Why does the poor dig deeper in the ditch?
Is the ladder broken... or hidden from our eyes?
Who sold the truth... and who bought the lies?
Why... why does the cycle repeat?
Some eat in gold while some beg for bread to eat.
If heaven made us equal... tell me the truth...
Why does money decide our youth?
The bank builds banks while the hungry build patience,
Dreams pay tax but poverty pays interest.
Funny...
The rich buy time, the poor sell hours.
One grows gardens, another waters flowers.
One signs papers, another signs attendance.
One owns the prison, another serves the sentence.
Is success inherited... or invited?
Why are closed doors always privately decided?
They tell us "money doesn't grow on trees,"
Then why the family tree grows millionaire leaves?
Generational wealth... generational wounds.
Some inherit mansions... some inherit tombs.
I'm not jealous... I'm searching for the reason,
Why does opportunity change every season?
[Bridge]
Maybe the answer isn't gold...
Maybe the answer was never told.
Maybe the silence is worth more than sound...
Maybe the truth was buried underground.
[Final Chorus]
Why... why do the rich stay rich?
Why does the poor keep praying for a switch?
Is life a game where the rules are unseen?
Or are we trapped inside somebody else's dream?
Tell me...
Who owns tomorrow before it arrives?
Who decides whose hope survives?
This untold truth keeps calling my name...
We're born the same...
So why don't we finish the same?
[Outro]
No answers...
Only questions in the wind.
Maybe one day...
We'll rewrite the ending.
Written by: Khuthadzo Mukwevho

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