Soulmate

Tryna share moments with my brothas but I feel enervated

Step back about 50 paces separated

Hard to leave the fear and the grief

It's like a contrast left my soul in the breeze

That's why you can't love yourself

You're a product of 2 people who couldn't even love each other

It's like watching a rose grow up only focused on it's thorns

Uncovered color in the present standing on that corner

I was with Willy Lowe before I was below my lows

I was scorned and my spirit hit a plateau

Chipped shovels, digging deep a side I never showed

It's long road ahead no going back imposed

Supposed to be right where you at these the seeds that you sowed

Always present, always showed up, not friends this is family

Words uttered is an analogy for agony

Not everyone was blessed with the brothas I got naturally