Smoke Don’t Lie

I seen good men swear they clean, 'Til the smoke show what it really mean. Truth don’t pray and lies don’t cry— You can hide your hand, but smoke don’t lie.

Boots on fire, soul half-spent, Whiskey paid the day’s rent. Tongue sharp as a preacher’s sin, Every word a loaded grin.

You can paint the sky with charm, Still the ashes tell who’s harmed.

Smoke don’t lie, it rise too true, Black and hot like what you do. You can fake the flame, but the burn know why— You can run from hell, but smoke don’t lie.

I built my name on broken glass, Lit my prayer, watched it pass. Every secret got its scent, Every sin leaves evidence.

You can change your name or face, But the fire still knows the place.

Smoke don’t lie, it calls you out, Rolls your guilt and screams it loud. You can hide that crime behind your tie— But the wind gon’ tell, ‘cause smoke don’t lie.

Yeah, I walked through holy fire, Came out dressed in black desire. If heaven’s gate still knows my sound, They’ll bar that door when I come ‘round.

Smoke don’t lie, it knows my song, Been chokin’ right and praisin’ wrong. Ain’t no halo for men like I— Just the truth in the flame, ‘Cause smoke… don’t… lie.

Yeah… smoke don’t lie. It just waits for breath to try.

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