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The New Orleans Sessions

Tell the Truth

A high-octane protest funk-soul track that calls out modern hypocrisy with gospel conviction and street-corner bite.

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Protest FunkGospel SoulSoul-PopRhythm & BluesAlternative Soul

Tell the Truth

The New Orleans Sessions

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Built on hard drums, slap bass, sharp horn stabs, dirty funk guitar, duet vocals, and punchy choir responses, Tell the Truth takes aim at flex culture, luxury worship, sexualized entertainment, violence-as-branding, streaming exploitation, and moral double-talk. With a call-and-response spirit rooted in classic soul protest music, the song challenges a culture that preaches justice while selling poison, asking a blunt question: if the song does not lift the people, why call it revolution?

Lyrics

Hey, C'mon now. You been talking real loud For somebody being carried. Let’s tell the truth. Mmm-hmm. Tell it plain now. You keep talking ’bout your money Talking ’bout your shine Talking ’bout the big plans You got coming down the line Talking ’bout your hustle Talking like you’re blessed But you never mention mercy When you’re beating on your chest No no no Tell the truth now Yeah yeah Tell the truth now You say you’re self-made, brother But who woke you up today? Who put breath down in your body Before your eyes could find the day? You got shoes on your feet Food sitting on your plate Still side-eyeing your neighbor Mad about what God gave Take the pride off your face, child It’s a brand new day Mercy came before the sunrise Grace was already on the way Tell it on the mountain Tell it in the street Tell it when you’re winning Tell it when you’re weak If you can’t see God’s goodness You’re walking past the proof Count your blessings Tell the truth Tell it, tell it Tell the truth now Yeah yeah Tell it, tell it Count ’em up now You keep scrolling through the window Of somebody else’s life Counting up their blessings Like it’s money off your price You want their house, their car Their smile, their seat But you don’t know what they carried Just to stand up on their feet You don’t know No no no You don’t know Yeah yeah Envy got you bitter Pride got you blind You’re so busy wanting theirs You forgot to thank God for mine You’re praying for the spotlight But can’t serve in the shade Want the crown without the cross Want the glory without the grave Put your hand over your heart, child Feel that mercy beat That’s not luck running through you That’s grace keeping rhythm in your feet Tell it on the mountain Tell it in the street Tell it when you’re winning Tell it when you’re weak If you can’t see God’s goodness You’re walking past the proof Count your blessings Tell the truth Pardon for the wrong road Peace for the midnight Strength when the load’s heavy Hope when it don’t look right Bread when the shelf runs empty Grace when the bills come due Ten thousand little mercies You forgot were carrying you Carrying you Yes He was Carrying you Tell the truth You keep saying, “Look what I’m building.” That’s fine. But don’t forget who gave you hands. And don’t forget who held them When you couldn’t make ’em stand. If you got a little status Don’t let it twist your soul Gold around your wrist Don’t mean your heart is whole If you’re climbing up the ladder Better check what’s underneath There’s a lot of men with full accounts Who can’t afford no peace No peace No no no No peace Yeah yeah Bless the one beside you Bless the one ahead Bless the one with less than you Still thanking God for daily bread Quit talking like a kingpin When you’re kneeling at the throne Everything you call your empire Was borrowed ground beneath your feet Tell it on the mountain Tell it in the street Tell it when you’re winning Tell it when you’re weak If you can’t see God’s goodness You’re walking past the proof Count your blessings Tell the truth Tell it, tell it Tell the truth now Yeah yeah Tell it, tell it Count ’em up now Count your blessings Tell the truth Count your blessings Tell the truth Count your blessings Tell the truth Mercy got there first. Don’t act brand new.

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