Some Soul music. and some my soul voice. and some of my soul sound.
Honestly it sucks,
so I lived,
I don't need to explain my suffering.
As if,
there is more to it,
than what you have,
it's no game,
it's not even framed,
this isn't something to talk about!
I've lived my share,
take in despair,
rhiled up into a fit of rage,
take no space,
I've got the stasis,
it's cruel as the ocean,
take no fun into notion,
I've got the lines,
they aren't crimes,
they got their lines,
this isn't mine.
Taken from,
Beaten from,
Removed from,
Lived from,
then to now,
this story isn't about a cow,
this story is about how,
I got through it all now.
Taken into granted,
this isn't sand but,
this life I've had is as sad as yours,
and that's why I can never explain.
So wound up,
in the wound,
so charred up,
can't stand this science,
it's hardcore defiance,
in the middle of it all,
I crawl to fall.
Take my stay,
and leave far away,
they'll find me again,
it's not so much a sin.
