Free My Soul

[Hook] Mama I made it Got my chain now I got that benz too I got my Louis Vuitton And my Gucci shoes Mama I made it Got those trues and vogues I keep some groupie hoes I got that old school With those lambo doors But I'm scared It all ain’t enough To free my soul Lord mama I made it [Verse 1] Fuck what they talkin' Nah it ain’t about talent It’s no longer an art Niggas piss 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 Damn, when will my time come? Should I just sell dope, for money, cars, clothes & hoes? Cause they say that's successful 'Til a nigga run up on you and unload Cause he po' and you shine just like the moon glow Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul When God come to collect I hope you got what you owe [Hook] [Verse 2] Forever dreaming Wishing on a star for help I give a nigga food for thought He rather starve himself Apart from wealth I think it was the shine that got us blinded Not sure of what we reading When we signing our life away They say ignorance is bliss But I'd like to state The game is just not recognizing real shit 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; if I made it [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Outro] I feel sorry for you, kid If you're smart, you take care of yourself There's nothing you can do for anybody else What difference you think you can make; one single man, in all this madness?