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Price of Truth | Dark Emotional Rap | Raw Pain & Inner Struggle

Price of Truth is a Dark Emotional Rap song about Inner battles, scars, and the cost of honesty. This track dives into the war within the mind — where silence feels louder than screams, and the fight is against the reflection in the mirror. If you’ve ever felt broken, betrayed, or trapped inside your own thoughts, this raw rap is for you. With haunting lyrics and powerful delivery, The Price of Truth captures the weight of pain, rage, and resilience. 🎧 Best for: Those who connect with emotional rap, conscious rap, and lyrical truth Fans of raw, introspective hip hop with cinematic energy Anyone fighting battles in silence but still standing strong Lyrics- [Intro] They say "play the game" — but the game’s all fake Where lies wear chains and the truth gets hate I tried to smile, tried to blend, play safe But now I’m sick of silence — time to detonate [Verse 1] I’ve seen clout chase clowns turn prophets overnight Photoshop dreams, filters blur the fight Industry feeds on the weak who pretend Reward the puppet, crucify the man who won’t bend Every handshake’s loaded, every word rehearsed Labels sell souls, not songs, that’s the curse I never fit in — they said, "You too deep" But surface sells better when the mind's asleep Had friends with masks, couldn’t see their face They’d lie for likes, and sell truth for grace I'm not bitter, I’m just tired of the game Where real hearts bleed, but the plastic gets fame [Verse 2] Scroll feeds full of bodies with empty minds And captions that rhyme but say nothin’ inside You call it “grind,” I call it performance Built a brand, forgot your own importance I write with blood while they post for fun Every lyric I drop weighs a thousand tons You spit trends — I spit trauma and soul They count followers, I count the toll Every night I wrestle with staying real Cuz the price of truth, man, it don’t heal No sponsors wanna back the broken Just mannequins molded, bought and tokened [Verse 3] Don’t tell me “just adapt” or “play nice” When I’ve walked through hell just to speak my life They want stories, but only the polished ones Not the parts where I almost pulled the gun Yeah, I’ve been there — pills in the drawer Dark room silence, pacing the floor Not a flex — it’s the wreckage I live But I write it down so some kid might forgive Forgive himself for not being fake For feeling too much in a world that’s fake This ain’t music — it’s survival with beats This mic’s my last breath when I can’t speak [Outro] So keep your brand deals, keep your fame I’ll keep my scars, I’ll keep my name You sell a mask — I sell my truth And that’s the realest thing I’ll ever do Keywords: hip hop, music video, rap song, sad rap, music production, emotional music, rap music, underground rap, dark emotion, conscious rap, dark rap, storytelling rap, rap genre, lyrical rap, emotional rap, rap about life, Price of Truth, rap artists, deep lyrics #Priceoftruth #emotionalrap #darkrap #rawrap #deeprap #rapwithmeaning #emotionalhiphop #deeprap #cinematicrap #rap