Testo Soul 2 Keep - Classik
Testo della canzone Soul 2 Keep (Classik), tratta dall'album Made, Vol. 17: Countin' Money
As I lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Protect me as I roam these streets
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
As I lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Protect me as I roam these streets
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
A Black man in Harvard still a goddamned target
Raised with roaches, rats, crackheads, and alcoholics
Life is what we call it, that's why we livin' lawless
Ten times out of ten, a precious jewel end up tarnished
I rap heartless tryna feed off of a rapper's carcass
Double barrel flow with precision, come catch the cartridge
This a dirty game, a new Bush is back in office
Cold part is that you made a decision to catch the charges
I'm livin' but health regardless to what they propose to offer
Livin' from check to check is replaced with an early coffin
We play with the work with caution
Collection, place your offerings
I'm not from Earth, we landed here
I'm a motherfuckin' martian
Keep your mind in a box or a two-bedroom apartment
It's no difference
Find yourself parked down south like fuckin' Cartman
Better watch where you barfin'
'Cause what's my nine, a tree trunk, and a dog all have in common?
They all barkin'
As I lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Protect me as I roam these streets
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
As I lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Protect me as I roam these streets
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
They branded me
They branded me
Shit, look at what they handed me
A fantasy
A fantasy that only breeds insanity
Can't live my life comfortably off a fuckin' grand a week
You crazy?
The media is dirty, paint the picture, then they frame me
They gon' think I did it anyway, so how the fuck can you blame me?
They set the pieces up, got the people stuck
They legalized the weed, shut my people down, and set they people up
Now my people fucked
While the white man skates freely with a stick
Beatin' on that poor hockey puck
I don't watch hockey, but
It's deeper than just a game
We deeper than just a gang
And we still let 'em have they ring
And we still gon' go out and bang
Over colors and street names
You lookin' soggy over there, my nigga
Might need your sheets changed
Lean your seat back and let these
Thoughts process while the beat bangs
We mentally enslaved, no wonder they don't need chains
As I lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Protect me as I roam these streets
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
As I lay me down to sleep
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Protect me as I roam these streets
If I die before I wake
My soul to keep
Credits
Writer(s): Waynne Nugent, Kevin John Risto, Ade Rain Chang-nugent, Ruben Rivera, Windel M Edwards
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