Lost Soul

When live in a world where we gotta say
Black lives matter

And then In return

They be telling us dog lives matter

Thought we was human

Want me to rap and be stupid
Want me to act like I'm Lisa
In family reunion

keep putting trust in your Cupid
I made a oath to my self
speak truth and it lucid

Even when it lead me broke
Rather be real to my cousins
And you be a joke

My nigga Rico got out
My nigga raising his daughter
I do this shit for

People who never get out
People who never get heard
Cuz they don't get the clout

The city don't want us to sprout
Scared of us swinging
But really ain't bothered by shouts

Don't call my city chiraq
If you never had tears
From the violence

Don't call creative shit wack
If you live in a box
And ain't tried it

Only two things that can scare me
Are God and Mother Nature

Use to be scared of opinions
But fuck it they hate ya
They hate ya

Hate ya
They hate ya
I'm doing fine

People that had me in blinds
Calling me up
And I act like a nigga gone blind
Now that I got peace of mind

This is ode to my granny
Who told me I'd shine
Even when I missed the signs

This is creation of Harold's
And Mic that were open
When niggas was freeing they mind

(HOOK)

Thank God for my mother
thank god for my brother
thank god for my cousins
and thank god for lovers

and Im wondering if he's listening to a Lost Soul like mine
to a lost soul
to a lost soul
and Im wondering if hes listening to a Lost Soul like mine

(Second Verse)

Wanna call myself an African
But I was born in Chicago

My daddy ain't wear a dashiki
And momma was playing the lotto

Flamin hot Cheetos with cheese
And it's crackin if they had the meat

Went to church bout every Sunday
And still ain't believing in me

Still ain't believe I was free
Never thought I could be something
That's bigger than me

Everyone said I was weak
Nobody sit by the tree
Till it get it some leaves

Mama was planting the seed
It came out black
And the world wanted me to be blue

I shouldn't do this for you
Not if you want me to act like
A freaking coon

I ain't finna bring out hat tricks
For you niggas
Where's my rabbit I got rapping habits
On my roger

went home all on you
Niggas

Round this timing I was either pose to
Be in jail
Or post bail like a good nigga

But these crooning spirts
Singing to me
And tell me don't fail on us
My nigga

(Switch)

So I'm doing this for Marcus
And Aunt Jimmy hear em talking to me
up in empty rooms

And I tell em I love em
And wanna see em
But I got me a task and ain't coming soon

This that hip hop turn gospel
Like hallelujah
Making Kirk Franklin proud with like
Every tune

And Orlando told me to keep
Up the magic
So I'm mastering making suns out of moons