Free My Soul

CHORUS

Mama I made it
Got my chain now 
I got that benz too
I got my Luis Vuiton
And my Gucci shoes

Mama I made it
Got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hos
I got that old school
With those lambo doors
But I'm scared
It all ain’t enough 
To free my soul
Oh mama I made it

VERSE 1 [bad word] what they talkin'
Nah it ain’t about talent
It’s no longer an art [bad word] [bad word] on your canvas and parade
Ok, so you paved the way but I rode the road
Farther than you go before 
But still you block the road some more
I'm on my last leg and they passing me by
With a sign that say I rap to eat
With both my thumbs in the sky [bad word]  when will my time come?
Should I just sell dope,for money, cars, clothes & hos?
Cause they say that's successful
Till a [bad word] run up on you and unload
Cause he po' and you shine just like the moon glow
Stuntin' in your bentley buddy cost you your soul
When God come to collect 
I hope you have what you owe

CHORUS

VERESE 2
Forever dreaming
Wishing on a star for help
I give a [bad word] food for thought
He rather starve himself
Apart from wealth
I think it was the shine that got us blinded
Not short of what we breathin'
When we signin' our life away
They say ignorance is bliss
But I like to state
The game is just no records and real [bad word] They don’t like to play
You ghetto famous to us
You just Bojangles to them
Tap yo feet, tip yo brim
And sell it back to yo kin
I don't rap I spit hymns
My God's bigger than them
Tryin' to blacken your heart
And say we children of men
I sin cause I ain't perfect
But I rather save your life, than hurt it

CHORUS

VERSE3
Now what if all the things I'm fightin' for, oh lord,
Don't get me where I'm going?
Now what if I don’t see the signs in time, oh lord,
I'm praying that you show me...
Mama I made it