Soul

Yeah, I'm controlling, decoding The Holy knowing Emotionally I was low, sloped in control of the whole thing I see the old me, walk right past hope he ain't saw me Then told my daughter to turn around and my boy he ain't know me I don't condone it, every mistake made I own it No longer run from these jokers already told you, I know it I'm stronger holding in, roaming free with these demons and omens They never hide from these cameras but at least they ain't posers Take a moment of silence for all their views and their hate You surprised to see I took it from the cradle to the grave Not waiting to get saved I do it my way, brought my own spade It's better to burn out than to fade away, Kurt Cobain Cheers to broke days, have-nots, and okays I stay woke knowing that my rest is due Sumday I'ma target every market mandatory to sustain Took my soul to the auction and I'ma cash it for some change Give me, give me, give me your soul Give me, give me, give me your soul Give me, give me, give me your soul Give me, give me, give me your soul