Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soul Purpose, artist - Dag SavageAlbum song Salvation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Soul Purpose |
It’s hard to smile when your soul’s hurtin' - but I try |
Looking at life through a closed curtain — we survive |
Trying to figure out my soul purpose |
Did a lotta thinkin', did a lot of soul searchin' - nothing for certain |
My brother Ex just lost his moms |
Had him feelin' like a pitcher who just lost his arms |
Sometimes you wanna lose control, but we keep it calm |
Extend your hands to the Lord, until you reach his palms |
Word is bond, but a nigga still did his dirt |
Caused a lot of drama, nigga brought a lot of hurt |
And in relationships a nigga feel like he cursed |
They won’t forgive you ‘til your ass is layin' in a hearse |
And what’s worse — the only woman that love me was my mother |
Ex-chicks left me, now they fuckin' other brothers |
Cocksucker, motherfuckers never feel your pain |
Until they open up your heart and they see the strain |
I try to change, but nobody wanna fuckin' feel ya |
Obama found Osama, but still he just another nigga |
Now whose the killer — the young boys out here sellin' crack |
Or the one that got thise soldiers dying in Iraq? |
(But in fact.) |
Life can be a pretty little picture of perfection |
If the frame wasn’t broken and bent up in all directions |
And the glass wasn’t smudged up with everybody fingerprints |
Came through and messed with you and ain’t been back for dinner, since |
Once a prince now a penniless pauper |
In a peculiar predicament, much less than proper |
Never kick it with suckers if they can’t roll with the punches |
Or take blind dates to work functions |
Some simple rules to live by — a code of conduct to offer guidance |
Before they misunderstand and turn to random violence |
Dancing with the wolves, looking for lambs to silence |
Slaughter the least able, the weak and unstable |
The meek shall not speak — keep away from the table |
Where I break bread with made men and break heads for taking too much |
Out of they cut, when they supposed to kick up |
I’m in it for the glory, honor the dons before me |
If I perform poorly, edit that part of the story |
Stay, by my side like my road dog a ride or die broad |
Who don’t be talkin' bout everything that she saw |
She shut her face up, so nobody don’t (fuck) the place up |
Give the feds solid lead to chase her, have the DA open a case up |
Always gotta lock and lace up the loose ends between loose friends |
That’s how you might lose friends |
(Come on…) |
Yes |
I thank the heavens for the energy |
To observe the downfall and embrace my enemies |
I’m glad that I found y’all, lurkin' in the embassy |
Quiet with the lights off, bad a Black Kennedy |
And I’ve been sleepin' super good, slumberin' a symphony |
The mental is a fertile gust, rustling the evergreens |
And now I finally realize, rise and shine |
Everybody has a little Dirty Science in their chemistry |
Your girlfriends lying, your best friend’s bitten |
Somebody’s gettin' murdered but the killer’s still livin' |
You’re mad 'cuz your fuckin' these nothing-ass women |
To the ringtone sing and you’re running out to get it |
And I can talk about it 'cuz I spit it how I live it |
There’s a pretty ugly struggle when you’re sitting at the limit |
Of your mind and your money with a splinter in your spirit |
You’re screaming like the girl who never said that he could get it |
But he took her, he did it, they caught him and he bid it |
And it fitted when they found her with a second smile slitted |
And even though I never want 'em humble and committed |
They don’t have to give it to me brother I’mma come and get it |
Manned up, hands up ready for the scrimmage |
And the fakes and the snakes and the lies and bullshit |
'Cuz you don’t really wanna bull, shit |
'Cuz I’mma bull on a full brick |
And it been too long, I finally got a good song |
To show you motherfuckers that I’m splendid with a written |
And I can paint a picture 'til the visual is vivid |
And the truth is in my testament and you can come and get it |
And it’s over, 'cuz I did it |
And I’m here now, at the finish |