The Soulutions
앨범 : Hip Hop's Great Awa...
작사 : The Soulutions
작곡 : The Soulutions

Verse 1 (Realeyez)
Pops just learned he got heart disease
Two packs a day so it's hard to breathe
Cryin' for his baby girl overseas
Iraqi veteran, never gonna leave
Wifey never really loved her husband dearly
Multiple affairs till his bones were piercing
At his own brother's crib, finds her earring
Deep emotional cuts, his guts are searing
Family dipped, now his shit is wartorn
Wishin' that his spirit would have not been born
You've never seen a fury like a meth head's scorn
Sittin' in traffic tryna honk a broke horn
Hit the park, past dark, servin' his trackmarks
Every card that the dealer gave him was bad cards
Mind on the brink, soul stuck in a hard place
Only friend that he's ever had's in a dark grave
Somebody align me so the demons won't find me
On his knees, lights off, praying for lightning
Or just a simple sign, please a little divine
Either physical or even only in my mind
What's left except to stare at the night sky?
Screamin' freedom and love is God's white lie
Tossed to the side, every line's been crossed
That's the definition of a life that's lost
Verse 2 (Klinik)
On the mic in my state, I'm the nicest in
The tighest when I spit, straight up bruh your life could end
Striking like lightning are the nights I spend
Where people eat Vicodins like they were vitamins
People rioting, this is the lion's den
They step it up to Oxycontin cuz their mind depends
On opiates to function, shit is trifflin'
Only words to describe it is quiet, grim
It's quite akin to doing many kinds of sin
It takes years to recognize the kind of lives we lived
In the hood you get the rocks from the rifleman
Well in the burbs you get the pills from a wife with kids
On disability, a fridge full of Heineken
Got a script for her little lack of Niacin
3 different kinds of benzodiazapenes
Go to the dentist, get a little nitrous in, I mean,
How many lives have we got to give?
To nonsense, but the police try and lock them in
Some jail cells, once they're out, then they're gone again
Once you're in the system, this is a constant in
A felon's life, but the officer has got a grin
Did I mention all the taxes that we gotta spend?
On just one person in the fuckin' federal pen?
This life we livin' in is kinda like pissin' in the wind
Verse 3 (YedidYah Ben Sion):
Secret pyschositic stone cold villains
Afflicted narcotic addicted with 5-0, nigga
We blind fold killers when I go get 'em
Guerilla Republik ride on bitches
A little green in my pocket like Geico lizards
With a digital scale, Verbal Soulution send you to hell
Shit smells, I spit hell nasty warm ginger ale
Thrustin' my pelvis bumpin at this dope fiend dummy bitch
Color think they company bliss, I bust with a clenched fist
Finish her, holdin' back my 40berg and say killin' her
Like a gay lover, I'm runnin' for head of state, but I'm a senator
Speculatory, bronchial spazms, spazz in the chest of the most affected
Question the essence of domestic justice
In the 19th Pentagram, you hustle or die
Guns bust and you lie, so Shallam got a problem and you let them bullets fly
Everybody's broke, don't give a damn if your broke or not
Took his money, weed and watch and ran away yellin' Verbal Godz!