you find yourself but you cant find your soul defeat the devil aint worry bout your pain you need a father to teach you when youre wrong beneath the bravery theres always a pain rehab and pastor aint really help victim that died perhaps you choose without your wisdom to prove relax my man we have the same issues sometimes im walkin with holes on shoes mommys crying dad beats her Lord can you hear me crying im losing my soul struck on the floor ‘God be on her side’. i saw her lookin at his photo the next day he died my dad was a criminal for what he have turned me into i had no choice, i heist with my sister and bros i hardly keep up and manage my allowens bloody like hell i keep searchin for my pride to burst pop some pills then im great heal my pain and nerve i smoke it all night long till then ill rap rappin bout’ my sins