Lost Souls ft. Abksteph Lyrics

I’d rather be in hell then live in this

The world is cold filled with evil shit

N***a clutch up on a heater like he got no sense

But his heat is overdue and now he owe the rent

Jay is only 15, hooping part of his dreams

But he Started flipping crack so now he’s serving the fiends

Selling the green his momma never found out

Cuz she work them late shifts that jay don’t even know bout

Momma gotta show off her body to make that pay check

So jay would sit at home and pray to god she’s on her way back

One night momma never came home

Jay turned on the news and seen a lady with her brains blown

Jay dropped out, glock nine he rob now

Taking from the n****s that will never put the word out

N****s heard about him so they want him in the dirt now

N****s want him dead so they put him on a shirt

Pain fades away but the scars stay

Yeah, give me time i need my space

Yeah, give me time i need to think

Yeah, give me time i need a break

Pain fades away but the scars stay

Yeah, give me time i need my space

Yeah, give me time i need to think

Yeah, give me time i need a break

Change the ending picture jay walking the streets at night

All of a sudden jay’s surrounded by the cop lights

Gang violence left a mother with her son missing

And he knows what’s going on he can’t go to prison

Cuz a couple months ago he had his first son

The Cops asking for ID but he don’t got one

Reaching in his pockets thought he had a gun or something

Claimed self defense jay didn’t even have nothing

Another lost soul, body count rise

Don’t know where to go, Don’t know where to hide

Cops keep killing all my people this is genocide

I’m tired of being tired from all the hard times

I can’t even cross the street without catching attention

Where you from? Who you with? stop asking me questions

We carry guns for our protection not to kill our brothers

Why we quick to pick it up and point em at each other

Cuz we’re brainwashed by TV’s, and big screens

Programmed by programs which honor the bad deeds

Now you know why n****s wanna be athletes

Close minded by the puppets flexing on your newsfeed

When the struggle hits the streets May be the only way

So Every night I pray let em see another day

Please god please god keep my brother safe

Please god please god I’m asking for your grace