soul to soul

MY NIGGA I KEEP ON MOVING LIKE SOUL TO SOUL IM WRESTLING WITH PROBLEM THESE DUSTY ROAD THAT I CHOOSE I BROKE PATH FORM OTHERS TO GROW THESE MARKS BE SLOW SPENDIND DOLLARS ON THESE HOES FLEXING JUST TO BE EXSPOSE I SHUT THOSE OUT OF MY LIFE MY REALEST SHOW MY FATHER DIDNT PLAY HIS A-K CAME TO PLAY NOBODY TOUCHES HIS SONS HE MADE NIGGAS FADE AWAY I STAY LIKE COBY BYRANT THE SHOT IS ALL MADE I PUT YOUR ASS IN THE DESERT WERE THEM OLD MAFIA NIGGAS LAY I DONT PLAY THOUGH HALF YOU MARKS IS SOFTER THAN PLAY DOE ITS SODOM AND GOMORRAH AGAIN WE SHOULD PRAY THOUGH IM BREAKING PAIN OUT MY BRAIN SO MANY FAMILY MEMBERS SLAIN THIS HOLD WORLD BEEN A LIE IN THE BEGINNING SO MANY MURDERS KEEP SPINNING THE RACIST EXERCISE THE DRAMA I GENOCIDE THE MOMENT GUN BLASTING FUNERAL HOMES GETTING RICHER DAYS GETTING SHORTER HOMELESS FLOODING THE STREETS TRYING TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT AND A PLACE TO SLEEP MY NIGGA ITS 2026 AND BRENDA STILL HAVING A BABY THEY STILL FINDING KIDS IN STRANGE PLACES SOME WITH HIDDEN SCREAMS BECAUSE THEY DIDNT MAKE IT )I FEEL LIKE ITS MY BUSINESS WHEN MY HOOD DONT GET ATTEND 2 LOST PROMISES ARE MORE FICTIONAL THAN WHAT ABAMA THREW