Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

I been feelin' it

Feel it again

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

It don't end

It don't end

It don't end

Real soul trauma

Trauma

Real soul trauma

I can't tell where I begin

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

It's me talkin' to me again

Soul Lift

I mostly remember the hunger

I would just wander

Tried to stay away as much as I could

Sleep on driftwood

Couch surfed no coward

I'd get sent home and wake up somewhere else

Id be like oh well

I guess im just in Hell

And its almost like we had to fight

Every single fuckin adult in sight

Yet they celebrated

Decorated

Elevated

Paid well

Meanwhile evaded

Survivors medicated isolated disassociated

Why nobody say shit

Like we just wake up one day and be ok

Shit

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

I-I-I been feelin' it

Feel it again

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

It don't end

It don't end

It don't end

Real soul trau

Trauma

Real soul trau

I can't tell where I begin

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

It's me talkin' to me again

Protect me

Nah more like inspect me

Every sound redirected my attention

Find a new obsession regression

Kitchen smelling like liquor mixed with sickness

Step over the mistress she could be a witness

Oh wait thats just mom

Hahaha

Teachers seen bruises

I knew this

Neighbors heard it

Everybody blind shit

Watching predators age rich peacefully

While victims still shaking alone in the streets

Drugs raised us all honestly

Powder on counters

Pill bottles smoke in the air constantly

People chemically escaping reality

While children soaked up the tragedy

Overdosing before they even teens

People killin people over just a little green

They was mean

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

I-I-I been feelin' it

Feel it again

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

It don't end

It don't end

It don't end

Real soul trau

Trauma

Real soul trau

I can't tell where I begin

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

Soul trauma

It's me talkin' to me again

I want to lift up

I want to throw up

I tried helping these kids grow up

And the system wants them to

And

And

And somewhere right now

Five-hundred-forty-six thousand got a file full of names no fame just frames in the system's aim yeah

Four point four million referrals they keep pushin' the claims like trains through lanes of the same pain yeah

WHO say one billion feel it worldwide in the field where the truth get sealed never fully revealed yeah

One of four girls are sexually abused crossed lines one of thirteen boys in the same unseen vines yeah

Ninety percent know the face that's the twist in the case it ain't strangers in space it's close in the place yeah

Seventy-five percent fall under neglect in the deck where respect don't collect in the check yeah

Two thousand gone in a year in the US tier disappear near the fear that nobody hear yeah

Facts in the rhyme the numbers stay clear

And they they still here

Do you hear

Is my message loud and clear