41, John Ibe - Soft Souls

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A soft soul with ties trying to unfold
The mayor show me my own
The mils was always cold
Inspired on going gold
But gold is like a joke now
It’s niggas getting plaques with cavities and root canals
They tried to tell me smile
But I’m a child with some ropes around my neck
I feel like slavery done whipped me and we never gon' progress
But that’s too deep tho'
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who am I?
A little boy inside
Who was blessed to be alive
But there’s nights where I would cry
Because I’m lonely
Well I guess that’s not a loss
I can be offensive if you see me trying to get the point across
Money comes to you afraid it’s truly happy
Happiness fills the tank is it half full? is it half empty?
It’s our perception zoom out your reflection
The bigger picture of it all is tryin' to enter heaven, yeah
Step in heaven when the world still sitting
They ain’t worried about god they just worried about attention
They’ll rather praise the guy who throwing dollars for tuition
Cause, money’s the motive you got it, you want it
And I just, want a million for the children who voting
All the people who homeless
Man I swear that I know this
All my exes is turning
All my foes is burning
All my enemies want m’s and the funds that I’m earning, yeah