Soul Shoes - Willis

Nah that was dirty.

That was dirty!

Alright take TWO motherfucker!

Alright.

I feel the people who I see who say they run the operation

Are the same ones who gon look to anyone for confirmation

It don’t matter who that be, all we seek is compensation

For opinions that we throw and the records we got in rotation

Mirror in yo face it go on and on

No one feel the same you gon run-a-run-away

All we wanna be is a part, apart

From all the false and foul is hard, it’s hard

Leave us all alone and we fall apart

My vision and my soul, this is all I got

Take me back to when I could have a happy ending

Take me back to when I could blast a track in half

And always be alright with the way that it sound

Could always be alright with the way that I look

Now I’m never satisfied, there has to be a way

Take me on a walk in the dark and I’ll be okay.

cause I.

Got my soul shoes on, got my soul shoes on, got my soul shoes on,

got my soul shoes on

My soul shoes on.

My soul shoes on

My soul

And my soul will rise, my soul will rise, my soul will rise, my soul will rise

My soul will rise

My soul

My soul will rise

My soul will rise

Life don’t be the way it seem up on the screen

And when you look at me what do you see?

I was told that I could be… anything

But when I hit the real world it was the opposite of what was said to me

So I’m thinking that there better be.

Some type of end where I can have the peace of mind, that I dream about

Tell the world that I just needed time.

cause I been feeling down

I been waiting some time… it seems like all the motivation I think I have is

making my.

Perception of reality twisted so I admit it

It’s been a minute since I really felt committed.

feeling limited with this shit

What’s vision worth?

they all have one

A microphone synonymous to a handgun

I just want my damn fun.

The shit that’s in the videos

But realizing that it’s fabricated really hit me low

Everything is but a dream.

Hope I don’t wake

Like everyday a snow day.

Watch the snowflakes

On the microphone a killah with a ghostface

But outside my own world belong no place

And i’m not satisfied with a slow pace

I just won’t wait.

been this way since back in 08

So what’s the factor of my social status?

When hope is shattered?

A lonely rapper no one shows up to the open casket

I want the money so that I can help my people

But mass amounts of money turn a young man evil.

So what am I supposed to do?

Like lookin at you and then watchu gon do?

Recognize that I’m a damn fool

Conduct a symphony by myself in my room

They wanna put me in a tomb, I think not.

I’m talking to you!

Listeners can listen to the vision that I’ve written, livin a sentence

Committed by spitting the venom inside and up in em and Ima diminish em

limiting my shine

This is my time.

And these are my rhymes

Created by my mind

So watchu want homie?

Just let a man live

Go rap bout money and record some fucking ad libs.

I been stressing so bad.

I need escape

Sickness in my stomach.

An abundance up on my plate

Trying to cope by reading the shit I wrote.

To a microphone, the shit that I been on is hide away.

And wait for better days, I meditate the pain away

And lay awake and fade away cause thinking it just make it stay

Make it stop!

make it stop!

Ima suffocate

And nothing I’m doing make the cut like I was underweight

Maybe I could run away today and leave the bull behind

Now that’s the kind of fool that I. become feel like a stupid guy

Promised I would never lie.

Said it and I meant it

But Ima lose mind if I done got my shawty pregnant

And Ima really flip a bitch if homie take needle to wrist

But writing is so therapeutic man, I really needed this.

Man I think thats all I need really.

Umm.

I might play a lil outro real quick

Yeah, thats it right there.

Run that back