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Single · 2026

TWISTED TRUTH

  • #90sBoomBap
  • #ConsciousRap
  • #NeoSoul

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Track overview

“Twisted Truth” is a blistering, raw exploration of systemic discrimination, double standards, and gaslighting within Corporate North America. Infused with a heavy, head-nodding Fugees-esque 90s boom-bap rhythm, the song weaves the migration journeys of three distinct African descendants—Kwame from Accra, Amina from Lagos, and Tariq from Khartoum. It exposes the psychological warfare of environments where credit is hijacked, sycophancy is appraised highest, and human dignity is traded for corporate greed.

Characters & stories

THREE JOURNEYS, ONE CORRIDOR

01

Kwame

Accra to Toronto

A brilliant infrastructure coder whose heavy lifting is hijacked by management under the guise of “teamwork,” while his self-advocacy is weaponized against him as “too aggressive.”

02

Amina

Lagos to New York

A top-tier finance mind whose portfolio-saving concepts are stolen in the boardroom, leaving her isolated and gaslit by sycophants who climb the ladder doing zero actual value work.

03

Tariq

Khartoum to Corporate Cubicle

An engineer who refuses to bow to fragile corporate egos or laugh at subtle racism, leading the machine to shift the goalposts and rewrite the metrics of his success.

Lyrics

THE FULL SHEET

[Chorus — Female Vocal]

They build these towers high up to the sky,

Where the truth is twisted and the spirits die.

They smile to your face, but the rules aren't the same,

Gaslighting your mind while they play their game.

We cross the deep waters just to fight for space,

But they strip down the soul and they leave no trace.

Yeah, they preach about merit, but it's all a disguise —

While we carry the weight, they appraise all the lies.

[Verse 1 — Kwame's Journey]

Kwame left Accra with the masters in his hand,

Chasing the mirage of the promised western land.

Nights in Toronto, studying by the dim light,

Hoping that his brilliance would navigate the corporate flight.

Landed the desk, top floor, shiny glass,

But he learned real quick how to double-stand his past.

He does the heavy lifting, codes the infrastructure neat,

While the boardroom vultures plot to execute deceit.

Manager takes credit, says “we did this as a team,”

But when Kwame speaks his truth, they treat it like a scream.

They call him too aggressive if he stands up for his right,

Gaslit in the daylight, working through the night.

He built the whole engine, but he's hidden in the back,

They redefining metrics just to keep him off the track.

The ones who do the least get the praise and the raise,

While Kwame counts the scars in the corporate maze.

[Chorus]

Oh, they build these towers high up to the sky,

Where the truth is twisted and the spirits die.

They smile to your face, but the rules aren't the same,

Gaslighting your mind while they play their game.

We cross the deep waters just to fight for a space,

But they strip down the soul and they leave no trace.

Yeah, they greet you with merit, but it's all a disguise —

While we carry the weight, they appraise all the lies.

[Verse 2 — Amina's Battle]

Amina crossed from Lagos, top tier, finest brain,

Trade a tropical sun for the cold New York rain.

She streamlined the portfolios, saved the millions in a week,

But the culture in the office is toxic and unique.

They hijack the concepts presented in the meet,

While the VP nods along from his leather-bound seat.

She questions the hierarchy, asked about the math,

They smile and tell her “chill,” trying to minimize the wrath.

“It's all in your head” — that's the corporate mantra spoken,

Leaving brilliant minds isolated and broken.

And sycophants climb up, sucking up to the crown,

Doing zero actual value, but they running the town.

She's policed for her hair, she's policed for her tone,

An island of excellence, standing all alone.

They appraise who the kisser is, give the bonus to the fake,

While Amina bears a burden that her soul shouldn't take.

[Chorus]

Oh, they build these towers high up to the sky,

Where the truth is twisted and the spirits die.

They smile to your face, but the rules aren't the same,

Gaslighting your mind while they play their game.

[Verse 3 — Tariq's Reality]

Tariq from Khartoum survived the desert and the seas,

To land in a cubicle where humanity freezes.

He engineered the logic that revived the dying branch,

But the system gave his rivals a promotion avalanche.

Because Tariq wouldn't bow, wouldn't laugh at racist jokes,

Wouldn't stroke the fragile egos of these basic corporate folks.

So they shifted the goalposts, hijacked his design,

Told him his performance was just lagging behind.

The ultimate deception, rewriting what is real,

Appraising all the flatterers who know how to steal.

The double standard heavy — they slack and get a pass,

If Tariq makes a typo, they shatter all his glass.

A cold, inhumane machine disguised as progressive,

Where the psychological warfare is solidly aggressive.

Sixteen bars of truth for the migrants in the trap,

Surviving the trauma, the map on the map.

[Bridge]

Is this the dream we chased across the ocean blue,

Where they value the shadow and murder the truth?

They want the harvest but they hate the seed,

Trading human dignity for corporate greed.

[Outro]

Don't let them erase what you know is real,

No matter what the paper or the contract seal.

Stay awake — don't let them rewrite your words.

Stay awake — don't let them rewrite your words.

Don't let them rewrite your words.

Oh, stay awake — don't let them rewrite your words.

Stay awake.

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