Broken Soul

Ten O'clock in the morning lets write another verse
I shed tears when they put my cousin in a hearse
Told myself it's a process but damn i want it now
Fuck it keep on going ima make 'em proud
My friend came home from jail he been in and out
Keep your head up let's find another route
Far from my dream still working nine to five
Know for a fact my life will change That's why i hold it down
I was lying i was stealing from my mommas purse
Felt so bad cuz i knew she put in all the work
I give my flowers to the ones that gives the youth a change
The system don't work you a target based on bad choises
Don't trip disprove their thoughts
Don't let them put you in a box
Hold on to your dream you are not voiceless
Maintain care less about the sprint
In the long run all these fucking trends don't mean shit
Mom's an alcoholic daddy left yall never talking
Homies dead they in a coffin
Sick of all the niggas arguin
Now you moving weight
Pistol on you never safe
Rent is due it's getting late
Teachers no they can't relate
The stress getting deeper opps is plotting on you
Taking drugs just to get by don't know who is loyal
The cycle repeats the youngins think you poppin
Little do they know you taking pills to sleep you got no option
The story of a broken soul
This is the story of a broken soul