Soul Searching

As a kid I want to be a baseball player Football player Astronaut Firefighter, police man I just wanted to do it all And as a teen I was trying to find my way You know most of my friends went on to college after high school And chose their path And as for me I chose is rapping From writing with a pen and pad And to spazzin' on these poor tracks Cause my thoughts Was the one that had me, my thoughts was the one that heard Me my thought was the one that hurt me My thoughts was the one that cursed me My thoughts was the one that served me My thoughts was the one that heard me Every morning stomach yarning No way out just disappointment I don't know how I endured it That's just life That ain't right F*ck this pain man f*ck this life Never spit this shit Before but let me tell you about my life When I was 10 my mama left And every day it took my breath My pops was in and out of jail And my step mom she did her best And yes I guess that was her best But it seemed her love that we got less And I ain't trying to throw shots But I need to get this off my chest Because I'm pissed off F*ck that shit I'm pissed off Cause my love life is all fucked up And I throw them high And the bills fall And that bass knock And that tracks drop And I'm on top so I won't stop Because I ripped tracks and I twist caps Can't look back cause it still sad and it still hurts and I still work Push forward I still search For a day couldn't find away so I made away Didn't have faith didn't pray But I kept it real since the first day And I told y'all what I got to say Now all them bad bitches want to kick it back at my place I'm just soul searching Yeah I'm just soul searching Yeah I'm just soul searching