Spark My Soul - CunninLynguists, Substantial, Inverse

Walking through the April showers

Through the broken glass and the changing flowers

It seems like the rain is pounding harder

When those who have no way to get out of it

But every face in the crowd

Has burdens that chase and been weighing them down

Tryin' to find their place and how to stay safe

When that place just ain’t been allowed

The uncertainty, anger and doubt

Are the violence that makes it unsafe in their town

Some deal with the pain that devours

Those that don’t stay that straight for power

The only thing that stays the same is change

But we too afraid to break from now

Our parents had their day

But now it’s our kids that we need to be making proud

Soul

Let the music be the fuse that will spark my soul

Let the music be the fuse that will spark my soul

Let the music be the fuse that will spark my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul, my soul…

As I flip the first page on the calendar year

Be right back with another one to bang on your ear

Got the hustle and the drive and the talent is clear

But, see the challenge is to balance it and manage to steer

Through the potholes and the obstacles

On these moonlit streets where the cops patrol

Got a little bit of knowledge, but there’s lots to know

I was cruising for a minute, but I lost control

Had to ease back, take my foot of the gas

Uncover all the pain that I had put in the past

Re-answer all the questions that I shouldn’t have asked

And come to terms with the lessons that I couldn’t have grasped

When I was much younger, dedication plus hunger

Took us not to the very top, but just under

Now we just trying to break the ceiling

My soul’s on fire, can’t shake the feeling

You know

I wrote this rhyme while watching my daughter sleep

Wishing I knew the peace that she does, its sorta deep

At the same time her great grandma is being buried

Some day she’ll be burying me, sorta scary

Ordinarily wouldn’t really be on my mind

But the fact I made it over 20 is divine

So I welcome every challenge that comes

As experience, wisdom is the sum

So if I sound a little older than I am

It’s because this wicked world forced me to be a man

Really can’t say I wish I was still a teen

Kinda like being trapped in the guillotine

It seems everyone wanted to take my head

Instead of building like brothers, breaking bread

And it became therapy to write on the page

Even as youth departs and I’m coming of age

It sparks my