Eric Eugene Bush - Soul Bond (Acapella)

Choices on my mind aint no time I got several.
Yeah I got them bands, but problems are perpetual.
Moving up the ladder but the chains of life are heavy though.
Off the porch and now you in a county state or federal.
Choices you gone make, double down or you gone let it go.
Equivalent stress on either side fuck you stressing for.
Life and death, do or die keep a lethal weapon bro.
Land of right or land of wrong there always going to be deadly folk.
I rock a chain with wings RIP my uncle Poonie.
I got a chain with wings RIP my grandpa.
I copped a chain with wings pops said he going soon and.
I probably cop another before the end of the damn song.
Its hitting bad memories of past not hilly.
See my clearview past grabs at a milly.
I sit and think about the different shit I did really.
Reminiscing then I laugh like the shit silly.
Look I'm back, I had to take a break.
cll up in my feelings had to reinvigorate.
I give my everything with everything and thats to date.
Just so my tomorrow really be a different day.
I know that shit aint promised, this fragile thing of life.
You wake up in the morning but you dead by the night.
The afterthought is you once you hit the afterlife.
Chilling with them demons, because you were one right?
Bunch of cops and robbers but it aint a game.
Real life guns real cuffs real cage.
Each side ranks moving up to get a name.
Infamous or honorable, how you want your fame.
Die about respect, my nigga dont test it.
End result, you beat down me arrested.
Bills piling up while Im locked down stressing.
Sons wild as fuck and they momma aint helping.
Cycle so vicious, mane this shit forever folk.
Some coming out just to come back to the heavy door.
Prisons greater confinement you ask me.
Because we're still in jail even when our ass free.
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Eric Bush

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