Punk Truth Quotes

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Punk Truth Quotes: PUNK ATTACKED THE BARRIERS OF COLOUR, CLASS AND CREED BUT LOOK AT HOW IT IS RIGHT NOW, DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE FREED? PUNK ONCE STOOD FOR FREEDOM, NOT VIOLENCE, GREED AND HATE PUNK'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO CREATE ANARCHY, VIOLENCE, CHAOS?YOU MINDLESS FUCKING JERKS CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT THE WAY THE SYSTEM WORKS THROUGHOUT OUR BLOODY HISTORY FORCE HAS BEEN THE GAME THE MESSAGE THAT YOU OFFER IS JUST THE FUCKING SAME YOU'RE PUPPETS TO THE SYSTEM WITH YOUR MINDLESS VIOLENT STANCE THAT'S RIGHT YOU FUCKERS, SNEER AT US COS WE SAY
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Punk Truth Sayings: WELL MY MAMA SHE WAS ALWAYS TELLIN' HER TRUTH, TIMES WERE HARD AND THAT'S HOW SHE MADE IT THROUGH WHEN IT CAME TO HER FEELIN'S, WASN'T NO BACK BURNER ON THAT STOVE SOME LITTLE SOMETHIN' WOULD GO WRONG AND SHE MIGHT START YELLIN' OR CRYIN'  IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, YOU'D THINK ONE OF US WAS DYIN' BUT THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH I WOULD SIT IN THE CHURCH HOUSE RIGHT THERE BESIDE HER MAMA WOULD MOVE WHEN THE SPIRIT WOULD GUIDE HER WAVIN' HER HANDS UP TO HEAVEN SINGIN' HER TUNE BUT IF THE PREACHER SAID SOMETHIN' AND SHE DIDN'T LIKE  HER HEAD WOULD GO TO SHAKIN', SHE JUST WOULDN'T HIDE IT THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH WHEN I WAS A KID COMIN' IN FROM SCHOOL, I SAID “MAMA , I'M SO WORRIED SOMETHING COULD HAPPEN TO YOU!” AND IF YOU DIE, OH MAMA, WHAT AM I GONNA DO?” SHE SAID, IRIS JUST BECAUSE I'M OLDER THAN YOU DON'T BE SURE YOU WON'T GO BEFORE I DO THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH  IT WAS MY MAMA WHO TAUGHT ME I COULD TELL MY TRUTH AND SOMETIMES IT'S ALL THAT I CAN DO LOOKIN' IN FROM THE OUTSIDE, IT MIGHT NOT SEEM LIKE MUCH BUT I'LL TELL YA NOW, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE THINKIN'  YOUR TRUTH CAN BE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SWIMMIN' AND SINKIN'  I THANK MY MAMA FOR TELLIN' ME HER TRUTH IF SHE WAS GLAD SHE TOOK YOU WITH HER IF SHE WAS SAD SHE TOOK YOU TOO THERE WASN'T A LOT OF TRAVELLIN' SHE DIDN'T DO RIGHT THERE IN THAT LITTLE HOUSE WAS A BIGGER WORLD THAN I MAY EVER SEE SOME PEOPLE LIKED IT AND SOME PEOPLE DIDN'T FOR SOME OF WHAT SHE SAID SHE MAY NEVER BE FORGIVEN BUT THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH LIFE WITH MY MAMA COULD SOMETIMES BE A ROUGH ROAD SHE COULD SAY SOMETHIN' AND BLOOD WOULD POUR FROM MY SOUL BUT I WOULDN'T TRADE ONE MILE OF THIS JOURNEY ME AND HER HAVE BEEN ON CAUSE I'VE LOVED MY MAMA LIKE I'VE NEVER LOVED ANOTHER  LONG AS I LIVE THERE WILL BE NO ONE ABOVE HER I KNOW MY MAMA CAUSE SHE TOLD ME HER TRUTH LIFE AS I KNOW IT CAN BE A LITTLE CONFUSING I DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WINNIN' AND LOSIN' EVERYTIME I FIND A LINE THAT I CAN WALK ON, IT SLIPS FROM VIEW BUT WHEN IT ALL GOES DARK AND I START LOSING VISION I JUST THINK ABOUT HER AND I KNOW JUST WHAT I'M MISSIN'  I GOTTA GO BACK TO TELLIN' MY TRUTH
WELL MY MAMA SHE WAS ALWAYS TELLIN' HER TRUTH, TIMES WERE HARD AND THAT'S HOW SHE MADE IT THROUGH WHEN IT CAME TO HER FEELIN'S, WASN'T NO BACK BURNER ON THAT STOVE SOME LITTLE SOMETHIN' WOULD GO WRONG AND SHE MIGHT START YELLIN' OR CRYIN' IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, YOU'D THINK ONE OF US WAS DYIN' BUT THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH I WOULD SIT IN THE CHURCH HOUSE RIGHT THERE BESIDE HER MAMA WOULD MOVE WHEN THE SPIRIT WOULD GUIDE HER WAVIN' HER HANDS UP TO HEAVEN SINGIN' HER TUNE BUT IF THE PREACHER SAID SOMETHIN' AND SHE DIDN'T LIKE HER HEAD WOULD GO TO SHAKIN', SHE JUST WOULDN'T HIDE IT THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH WHEN I WAS A KID COMIN' IN FROM SCHOOL, I SAID “MAMA , I'M SO WORRIED SOMETHING COULD HAPPEN TO YOU!” AND IF YOU DIE, OH MAMA, WHAT AM I GONNA DO?” SHE SAID, IRIS JUST BECAUSE I'M OLDER THAN YOU DON'T BE SURE YOU WON'T GO BEFORE I DO THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH IT WAS MY MAMA WHO TAUGHT ME I COULD TELL MY TRUTH AND SOMETIMES IT'S ALL THAT I CAN DO LOOKIN' IN FROM THE OUTSIDE, IT MIGHT NOT SEEM LIKE MUCH BUT I'LL TELL YA NOW, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE THINKIN' YOUR TRUTH CAN BE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SWIMMIN' AND SINKIN' I THANK MY MAMA FOR TELLIN' ME HER TRUTH IF SHE WAS GLAD SHE TOOK YOU WITH HER IF SHE WAS SAD SHE TOOK YOU TOO THERE WASN'T A LOT OF TRAVELLIN' SHE DIDN'T DO RIGHT THERE IN THAT LITTLE HOUSE WAS A BIGGER WORLD THAN I MAY EVER SEE SOME PEOPLE LIKED IT AND SOME PEOPLE DIDN'T FOR SOME OF WHAT SHE SAID SHE MAY NEVER BE FORGIVEN BUT THAT WAS MAMA AND SHE JUST TOLD HER TRUTH LIFE WITH MY MAMA COULD SOMETIMES BE A ROUGH ROAD SHE COULD SAY SOMETHIN' AND BLOOD WOULD POUR FROM MY SOUL BUT I WOULDN'T TRADE ONE MILE OF THIS JOURNEY ME AND HER HAVE BEEN ON CAUSE I'VE LOVED MY MAMA LIKE I'VE NEVER LOVED ANOTHER LONG AS I LIVE THERE WILL BE NO ONE ABOVE HER I KNOW MY MAMA CAUSE SHE TOLD ME HER TRUTH LIFE AS I KNOW IT CAN BE A LITTLE CONFUSING I DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WINNIN' AND LOSIN' EVERYTIME I FIND A LINE THAT I CAN WALK ON, IT SLIPS FROM VIEW BUT WHEN IT ALL GOES DARK AND I START LOSING VISION I JUST THINK ABOUT HER AND I KNOW JUST WHAT I'M MISSIN' I GOTTA GO BACK TO TELLIN' MY TRUTH

From Mama Was Always Tellin' Her Truth by Iris DeMent
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Punk Truth Sayings: From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-
From the escape from ASH-they couldn't hold my ass-Butterfly over the Death Cliff-praying the devine wind gives me a lift-floating on a homemade raft-like this homemade craft-fuccing-with my nigga Puffin-the first Penguin to ever fly-with Fugu the Pufferfish by our side we down to T.T.X ride-Louiesville Sluggo's coming out the Tec-9-they Pappillons flying like Butterflys thru da Westside-to protect mines-I invest in my hide-wit tats da set Alpine-tatted on my neccline-so respect “I”-I'm on my Tesla-wordly reknown inventor-the Aliens are always sending me a telekentic message-with the word and they blessings-talking with the planets-electrifying the globe-with my Lean Flow-a Mad Scientist forever in the L.A.B cooking-I keep hoes in heat like black Labs when they looking-my Wifee Ally Capa-way to cavi proper-she a Golden Cali Knoccer-I'm hot niggah-like when Gucci heard Jeezy Assault Rifle case got dismissed-and his ice cream cone tatoo melted right off of his skin! -they talk about they Yuckaball but they really just a bugah-they didn't make it to the end of the book they no goodahs-I'm serving Bumpy Johnson & Johnson ‘s bubble gum packs bigger then Hoodlums-Dukes of Hazard when we beat the toxic out of em-King Hands my Twin Pit Blue Devil's beat & heat the shit out of em-I live the Big Face Life-fuccing 10 bitches in the same night-and that's just a lame night-they say stay in your lane right?-but they stray right-but going on da wrongway of life-I test the fates of strife-rolled da tricc made dice-conquered da Mercury side-with Hellboy heat unleashed da sunray shine-off da cliff to a made life-bacc to Da Green IsL.And of paradise-so many butterflys on da scene-with dey butts on fly if you know what I mean-opposite of da butter side-it's da better life-where we never die-we da Forever Pride-Asiatic Jesus “Still I Rise”-out of da Hole from da Prison Steele Side-I'm remembered 4ever like 2Pac & BIG throw Big L freesty! les in da mix-& you 4ever got this-my Lean Lyrics are inscript! ed in da Internet-burned on discs-passed down like da Bible from da Old 2 da New Testaments-I got copywritten “Da Tests Of Men”-registered in da Record Books so my “Real Fans” content-I took all Plea Bargains was cool on da Trials & Tribulations of da crooked justice system-it never prevailed in my cases cuz it's made to twist us-so coward ass haters can biasly judge & diss us-they clipped my Pappilon Wingz-but I still took flight & made it bacc in one piece-just like God don't like ugly-War don't like Peace-fake niggaz say they ain't no Peace Treaty-then why you still on the streets hollering PEACE-eating with a white flag as your dinner place setting & napkin on da daily-they square ass said I ain't never seen a Gangsta dat was rich-I told them then you a pranksta dat ain't seen shit-& how would you know what a real Gangsta is?-when all your lame life you been a ranker & a bitch-a scary punk stanking like shit-you wolf all dat just to get called out now look wh! at you did-you stayed on hush status like a big ole bitch-with too many diccs between your lips-pussy cat got your tongue?-Obviously huh punk?-you say you a Top Dogg-but All About U was Top Dogg-but you more like a hot dog-in a corndog-fried & burnt on da Devils Roof-same time on dat Church shit you need Juice-why The Game paint you as a washed up bitch dat fell off you Zima Proof-or maybe Foster's-cuz they say you went down under like a imposter-Huggie Boy? a Oldie but no Goodie? & Suge warned da Mobstas-same time different Westside Story you swanging on dem Compton Nuts-while The Nationwide Rip Ridahz is singing “Niggaz Is Killing Snoop”-why cause them real Kiwa Crip's don't like you-dats why you stopped banging True Blue-or da word on da streets dey made you- you too dry & a liar on fire-what happend to your G-Swag Old Dirty L-Dog no Ridah-you took da Young Dee with stamina-how ya fat momma felt when I was ramming her?-your dream is to own a fly casino-but you ! a Suspect like Bugsy Siegel-you do it all legal-& get swooped ! up by th e D.A Lil Homie in a undercover Nova or Regal-it feels good to ya baby bubba-hiding in da Hills of Chino your swag like your Mother's-& I ain't following dem cookies even if they were made by Mother's-who needs to add extra sprinkles or sugercoat you's a straight bustah-I was punking you on Twitter then you wanna find religion-Snoop Lion can't sell no more just Camp Snoopy Wolf Ticcets-neither can Snoop Corndog bitch go find another religion-because I'm vicous on you like dem stool pigeons-you might be deep in The Game but he said you got da rules missing-a undercover Blood named Snoop or a Snoop looking 4 clues fishing-you sang with The Dogg Pound right behind me-& up in ya bitch is where they might find fleas-or maybe C.I.A High Powered Bugs known to record things-no diss to 2Pac but you sang “Wanted dead Or Alive”-nah more like you “Wanted A Head Or A Pipe”-or “Wanted Dead for A LICE”?-planting a bug in somebody's ears-you got caught with all dem! straps & still ain't seen no Prison years-the Police said dipping thru da alley like Sally after fuccing Snoop a.k.a Sally I made my escape-I didn't even get a chance to grab my Snopp Dogg tape-but after making “Doggystyle” with his asscheeks da instrumentals sounded great-I know da Rhythm But Pranksta by heart who needs Snoop or his tapes-& if you dissing muthafucca then fucc calling out names-we passing out fair fades-come catch one muthafucca or be ashamed-we da same size we da same frame-like Six 4 to Supersport-that bulletproof Snoopcorndog Mobile make ya look lame-I usta be in Long Beach in da 80's doing my thang-where da real gang bangers hang-& play all day-& trust me Calvin you a Broad Us don't like your place-so we replaced ya & put ya in your rightful place-niggaz been boycotting you dats why you struggling to go Gold-not even Fool's Gold-not even Pyrite-why lie?-if Jay Z was on “Beautiful” it would of been 10 Million Sold-dats why you ran to R! occafeller-& I seen on TMZ at the Airport how they socced ya f! ella-tha t's why you live like a large coccafeller-a piece of shit dat no Poopa Scoopa would ever wanna touch-even for all da bones in da doggy dogg world nigga you a smutt-niggaz from Da 20's & Polly Ave to Rose don't like ya chump-you made them throw up-sicc with disgust-SND might not like ya either ya Uncle's on low probably said you's a PUNK-if so then they real like everyone else dats born & raised in DA SLUMZ-was you in the intro on da Realist song “Forgot About Dre”?-to gangsta for da radio yeah fucc da industry all day-I'm killing it up with just my Mixtapes-I brought da Westcoast bacc not you California Girl little Katy Purray-you flopped again ya fans did ya Doggystyle horray horray- you know da info-like you know what I was in fo-you know what to do-dat goes out to you-& any bitch ass nigga down with Snoop-hollah Rudy Poohs-& get da shit beat out of you-

From Pappilon Wingz by Kazeloon
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Punk Truth Saying: THE MUSIC BUSINESS GOT REALLY SCARED WHEN PUNKS CREATED THEIR OWN ALTERNATIVE SYSTEM ONE THAT WAS HONEST AND REALLY CARED SO THEY SET OUT TO DESTROY WHAT PUNK HAD CREATED BY DIVIDING THOSE INVOLVED CHOOSING CULT NAMES AND HATRED THE GUTTER PRESS SAID PUNKS SHOULD SPIT AND FIGHT AND THE PUPPET PUNKS WERE FOOLED ALRIGHT THEY BEGAN TO SNIFF AEROSOL AND TUBES OF GLUE BECAUSE THE PAPER SAID THAT'S WHAT REAL PUNKS DO LIKE SPITTING ON BANDS COVERING THEM IN SHIT EVEN THOUGH THEY KNEW IF THEY WERE PLAYING, THEY WOULDN'T LIKE IT THE PROMOTERS WANTED TO PUT A STOP TO THE CHEAP GIGS BANDS ARRANGED ON THEIR OWN SO THEY INTRODUCED MORE LIES AND ONCE THE SEEDS WERE SOWN THE PUPPET PUNKS BEGAN TO SMASH UP HALLS BELIEVING THEY WERE HAVING A REAL BALL BUT THE DESTRUCTION MEANT NOTHING AT ALL THEY WERE JUST DANCING TO THE TUNES THE BIG BUSINESSMEN CALLED VERY SOON BANDS COULDN'T AFFORD TO DO THEIR OWN GIGS AND THE PROMOTERS HAD WON THEY GOT THEIR OWN WAY PROTECTING THEIR HALLS WITH BOUNCERS THEY DECIDED WHICH BANDS COULD PLAY AND BEST OF ALL THEY CONTROLLED THE PRICE THAT WE ALL HAVE TO PAY PUNK BELONGS TO THE PUNKS NOT THE BUSINESSMEN THEY NEED US, WE DON'T NEED THEM PUNK WILL NEVER BE DEAD AS LONG AS SOME OF US REFUSE TO BE LED THE RIP-OFF MERCHANTS WERE QUICK TO CASH IN AND THE PUPPET PUNKS PARTED WITH THEIR HARD EARNED CASH TO BUY THE EXPLOITER'S RIP-OFF TRASH UNABLE TO SEE THAT THESE PEOPLE ONLY SELL SHIT AS LONG AS THE PEOPLE ARE WILLING TO BUY IT