Soul 2 Keep

Pain
Bring me in for the verse man
Bring me in man
So much pain man
No glory
I'mma get my glory
One of these days
But 'til then

Starin' at these four walls again

Thinkin' 'bout this cold world that I'm starvin' in
And can't get a bargain in
The judge gotta pardon him
The pain is a part of him
Life's takin' it's toll on his brain and his heart again

This is my life and it's breathin' through the speakers

Dope fiends, little kids bleedin' over sneakers
Can't be saved now, no reason for a preacher
Sooner or later they gon' start squeezin' on the teachers

Never had a father to talk to
But in the hood, who did?
So fuck it, I'm playin' my part too
I'm stupid but all my friends dumber than me
And all that means is a whole bunch of hunger for me
I'm runnin' with niggas that's younger than me

So the shit they doin' now I already did, it's nothin' to see
Now I'm twenty-five lookin' for a way out
How it's gon' play out?
I'm tryna get bent before the day out
This street shit is startin' to get played out
How I'm gon' make out?
There's money outside, I'm tryin' to stay out
Who I gotta take out?
I'll rip his whole face out
The feds cross the street on the roof tryin' to stake out

May I pray to God and my soul to keep
That we gon' make it out of these streets

And so help us God we all stay alive to eat
Cuz it's hard to survive these streets
So please
May I pray to God and my soul to keep
That we gon' make it out of these streets

And so help us God we all stay alive to eat
Cuz it's hard to survive these streets

So please
May I pray to God and my soul to keep
That we gon' make it out of these streets
And so help us God we all stay alive to eat
Cuz it's hard to survive these streets

We a motherfuckin' nightmare to America, drug peddlers
Gun totin', liquor drinkin' thug buriers
Ain't nothin' scarier than broke at thirty-six
Servin' nicks in your old coat with dirty kicks
Tryin' to get head from dope fiends and dirty chicks
That burn a dick
Young niggas laugh, they heard he's sick

Got it rewinded, I still got time, shit
I'm twenty-five, I gotta get on my grind quick

Yeah, waste money but never time nigga
Money comes back but minutes is hard to find nigga
Start your life, I'm tryin' to start mines nigga
Locked in the cage, the thought of it make my mind shiver

Pray to God and my soul to keep
Control the streets cuz that's how I was told to speak
I spit pain when they load the beat
Time to wake up niggas who lay down and just chose to sleep
Change your story
Motherfuckers aimin' for me
Strangers call me
Ransom, pain and glory

Pain and glory man
You know they say you gotta go through
The pain before you get to the glory
I guess I'm goin' through my pain
But I'mma reach that glory one of these days man
Y'all motherfuckers wait and see
I got something for y'all motherfuckers

May I pray to God and my soul to keep
That we gon' make it out of these streets

And so help us God we all stay alive to eat
Cuz it's hard to survive these streets
So please
May I pray to God and my soul to keep
That we gon' make it out of these streets

And so help us God we all stay alive to eat
Cuz it's hard to survive these streets

So please
May I pray to God and my soul to keep
That we gon' make it out of these streets
And so help us God we all stay alive to eat
Cuz it's hard to survive these streets