Sad But True feat. Dopamine
[Intro: Dopamine]
(Mmmm x4)
It’s one time
For Helltown, that’s my city
Yah, yah

[Verse 1: Dopamine]
He came here to preach, I came here to teach
I promise I’m telling the truth (true)
James on the peach, he’s sailing to me
I told him to hop in the booth (go ahead!)
But back to the facts, forgetting the laughs
Remember the state of the world (what)
Divided by race, the land of the free
The land of my ass, I gonna’ get mad
I want my friend’s back, completely distraught by these people, they bad
I wanted the bag, all I got was a mask
I’m tired of people ignoring the facts
So take a step back!
And I'll slow it down a little (just a little)
Think about the people living in the ghetto (in the ghetto)
If I was you, wouldn't know what to do
But I guess that's what happens when it's sad but it's true
[Chorus 1: Dopamine]
I’m thinking about it a lot, I wonder if they are okay (okay)
I try to speak up and I ask, I’m tryin’ to help anyway (anyway)
These people are angry, they hiding their feelings
It’s sad that we always complain (always)
It’s sad that the truth is this way
But I promise the truth is okay (Yah)

[Verse 2: Jonah]
I sit in the back of the class, my homies we laugh
Like we aren’t in class
The teacher says somethin’ like “do the math!”
“Yo we don’t give a… if we still in class”
Wow, that was fast, we hear the bell ring
See this kid get up with all of his things
Follow him home, I knock him, he screams
“Yo what did I do?”
“Nothin’ to me”
Growing up quick while still in my teens
Never had anything more than I need
Start walking home, end up on my street
Familiar sound, I hear my mom scream
Know the procedure, head to the back door
Open it slowly so there ain’t no creek
Mom always says to stay quiet so you don’t end up like me
Says we make a good team
Next day in class, I’m feelin’ so weak
Bruises head to his feet, It’s the kid that I beat
Stop him while he’s walking home on his street
He started to scream but I started to speak
Hey man, nah stop man
Just I needa, Stop screaming
I need to talk to you man
Look I just, I’m… I’m sorry!
Okay, I’m...
[Chorus 2: Dopamine & Jonah]
I’m thinking about it a lot
I wonder if they are okay (I’m sorry… I took my anger out and I shouldn’t have...)
I try to speak up and I ask
I’m tryin’ to help anyway (my mom expects better man, and I know…)
These people are angry, they hiding their feelings, (I know what I did wrong, I’m trying…)
It’s sad that we always complain (I’m trying to make it right man, I’m…)
It’s sad that the truth is this way (I’m sorry)
But I promise the truth is okay

[Verse 3: Jonah]
Driving home with the windows down, shouting lyrics loud
While Joyner playin’
Just mind my own, when I hear that sound
Those sirens loud, right on my tail
That’s when sweat starts running down, thoughts getting loud
Ain’t ready for jail
But pull to the side, and I park
Ready to put my hands up in the air
But right now, they just on the dash
I get more anxious, time passes
Can I grab my license to be ready or will they start to think
I’m reaching back for a strap
Two kids at home, and a wife too
Both blinkers on and I stopped at lights too
Don’t know why I got pulled over, I’m a nice dude
Start to pray, don’t want to lose my life too
If that made you feel uncomfortable
Even a little bit tense
This is the problem at hand
Prejudgment by the color of skin, the United States sin
Not to say that this officer did
But ‘cause of the past, a fear was there
That's the perfect example of the problem within the dream of our land
African Americans, if all lives matter, then so do theirs
Asian Americans, take a step away for a virus that they never had
Middle eastern Americans, make them take their jackets off
For the bomb that ain’t there
Hispanic Americans
Just grandfathers trying to find a safe place for their kids
So they found a new home in the New Land
Where the governments better, and it’s safer to live
Do it all legally, ain’t breaking it
Just trying to find a safe place for their kids
They found a new home
Ain’t miss a thing
On the lower side of the American Dream
Can’t afford a car but that’s all okay
‘Cause grandad will walk to buy food for his kids
Late one night the kids ain’t eaten yet
Grandad’s walking home with food in his hands

Yeah, grandad’s walking home with food in his hands
Had a hard time carrying stuff so it takes longer than it usually does
Turned around, thought he heard someone
“Does he have a gun?”
“Go back to where you’re from.”