Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From the Soul , by - Square One. Song from the album Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
From the Soul |
| Pushin' a whip, cell vibratin' my hip |
| With a fifth o that good shit wettin' my lips |
| Got five more spots that I got to hit |
| I flip broccoli, knowin' that I got to quit |
| Ouiet is kept, don’t wanna get my mom upset |
| If she only knew her son was a ten year vet |
| No regrets for chillin' at the high school sets |
| Sellin' to kids that hadn’t reached eighteen yet |
| They say you reap what you sew, but these streets I know |
| For sho', is mo' betta than an eight to fo' |
| Either way I go I still gotta make that dough |
| So my hustle right now is to make phat shows |
| Bros, hoes and family, watchin’em grow |
| Photos of little niggas at ten years old |
| When we had fun time never went by slow |
| Now l’m over thirty and still tryin' to roll |
| Paul C., to whom all praise is due |
| And Allah for makin' me stay with you |
| Bumped heads many times but we made it through |
| Ass whippings with a switch till my shit was blue |
| Who knew I’d ever be the man I grew in to? |
| Pops' attitude mixed with my Moms' mental |
| Their parental advice highly influential |
| My potential has peaked, now I speak through my pencil |
| I walk a thin line between purgatory and hell |
| My broken English, locked in allegories of jail |
| Heard the wiseman’s pain in further stories to teil |
| You know the ghetto-fabulous, street-glories that failed |
| On the park bench with sixty-four squares to link |
| Just rolled something, whatever was there to drink |
| Few of us did seek an atmosphere to think |
| How to stick white folks for their share of mink! |
| Foster-Kids shooting hoops and dice in fubu garments |
| Rocking them Air Force Ones to loose farmers |
| Smooth karma’s, brothers boost armour |
| We had to live in a two bedroom-appartment |
| A snot-nose grows with his wings lo spread |
| My old man, I never listened to a thing he said |
| Lt’s hust sad to watch Mama sling in the bread … |
| While l’m ducking swings towards my head! |
| Run but can’t hide, escaping denial |
| These streets of Babylon have never shaped a smile |
| I am what I am and couldn’t change my style |
| Pay attention and ya hear Iman tape the trial … |
| To excel until my blood turns blue |
| Have you ever felt the pain when slugs burn through? |
| By any means, until my blood turns blue |
| Have you ever felt the pain …? |