Can't Have My Soul

Go on tell em how it is, this world’s gone crazy

How the heck we debating killin' babies?

And I hope I piss a lot of people off

Defend it how you like but you still killin' babies

Twist it, that’s what the devil does

Inch by inch we take it how it comes

That ain’t religion talking that’s real life

That’s double edged sword yeah real knife

Uh, & we sick to the bone

Detox now gotta kill what I’ve become

Habits - gotta beat em like a drum

Addicts - gotta turn around & run

That is the only way you gone make it

Just cause they feed it to the world don’t mean you gotta take it

This fast food generation got young bloods trippin'

Eyes wide shut they ain’t catchin' me slipping'

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

I said the spirit is willin' but the body is weak

So everyday I wake up I try and stay asleep

Don’t let em get it twisted, I don’t mean z’s

I told you on my last record Jesus is my dream

Uh, so sweet dreams, and good night

And rest them weary bones for the good fight

We got wicked hearts, and the flesh fails

Ever heard a little term called “sex sells”

Now we got 40 million people watchin' porno

It didn’t happen over night that was slow mo

They gave em just a little bit, kept comin' back

Then increased the dosage, similar to crack

Uh, and there’s a lonely child stuck in the hood

Hangin' with brotha’s that’s up to no good

So watch and pray, like all day

Or temptation’s gonna shape you up the hard way

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

Last verse I’m goin' in, in, ay open up the window

Straight off top got em askin' where’s the indo

I don’t need no indo, I don’t need no patron

Gotta keep it clean this is god’s second home

Yeah, this is god’s second home

And every line I spit he’s right there with me in the zone

Resist the devil and he will flee from you

Sit around and wait and you will get to know a dumb you

Yeah, he’s the master of disguise

Take the truth bend it just a little bit until it lies

That’s his forte, start with foreplay

Started smoking weed once a month now it’s all day

Now he stay high, while he ride the beat

Brain on vacation dirty mouth workin' overtime

And I’m outta' time and I’m done rappin'

I aint nobody special please no clappin'

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul

You can’t have my soul