Soft Souls - 41, John Ibe

A soft soul with ties trying to unfold

The mayor show me my own

The mils was always cold

Inspired on going gold

But gold is like a joke now

It’s niggas getting plaques with cavities and root canals

They tried to tell me smile

But I’m a child with some ropes around my neck

I feel like slavery done whipped me and we never gon' progress

But that’s too deep tho'

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who am I?

A little boy inside

Who was blessed to be alive

But there’s nights where I would cry

Because I’m lonely

Well I guess that’s not a loss

I can be offensive if you see me trying to get the point across

Money comes to you afraid it’s truly happy

Happiness fills the tank is it half full?

is it half empty?

It’s our perception zoom out your reflection

The bigger picture of it all is tryin' to enter heaven, yeah

Step in heaven when the world still sitting

They ain’t worried about god they just worried about attention

They’ll rather praise the guy who throwing dollars for tuition

Cause, money’s the motive you got it, you want it

And I just, want a million for the children who voting

All the people who homeless

Man I swear that I know this

All my exes is turning

All my foes is burning

All my enemies want m’s and the funds that I’m earning, yeah