what happened to my soul did i ever took a stroll so slow running trhough the ice and the snow so cold looking for the gold since day one still bold, still fold the paper bu not a faker criminals be winners while they kill our bread winners sinners get lost we believers its in us truth should be told could be scold tired of throwings stone let my rap break bones listen to the tone still rapin through my phone all alone flying solo dont follow me plz my journey tigtht gripped got the melody