Joey Stylez and BLACKKISS - Save Your Soul

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And room is full, my dove
The cost of liquor is cheap
Cheap as life for boys in the ghetto streets
Single mom hooked on dope
God save her soul
And another one go
Goes out at night
But what about your seeds that you planted in bed?
No love for them, then they end up dead
Cry for help but nobody hurt
Another suicide, that shit's the worse

Been through hell and back
Fought all these demons to save your soul
And hear the coyotes howlin'
Singin' to the moon that lonesome song 'bout violence (uh)
Here with you all the way
Not even lookin' back
I'd be sorry to

With my lightenin' staff and my head dress, bro
I'ma show y'all how to rock like a pro
I'ma show y'all how the star people blow
Born in a place that was covered in snow
Like coyotes in the desert heat
I feel no pressure, rock my own damn beat
Strings on guitar, spiders in their web
They envisionin' the fight inside my head
You send on through, I'ma rep for you
Tears, blood and sweat for you
They wantin', they fear I'll battle for you
Make 'em shake like a ho, need to rattle for you
And someday all the colors will blend
To fix the hearts of every man
Someday in the Northern Lights
I'll shine for you bright like a vault of ice

Been through hell and back
Fought all these demons to save your soul
And hear the coyotes howlin'
Singin' to the moon that lonesome song 'bout violence
Here with you all the way
Not even lookin' back
I'd be sorry to

How many of 'em would it take to get me?
When I'm gone will my bro's represent me?
I don't know, at least not for sure
Nail on the coffin, this life's a blur
So I proceed with a pocket full of trees
My medicine bag and spirit of a G
Somethin' like a bear, somethin' like a owl
You know it's gettin' real when the black wolf howl
Too many thugs too cozy in the pen'
Please don't forget that we are men
That we are here to make an offering
Grew up bangin' the hood philosophy
If one don't make it then none of us do
That's the goal that you follow when you rockin' with a crew (ah)

Been through hell and back
Fought all these demons to save your soul
And hear the coyotes howlin'
Singin' to the moon that lonesome song 'bout violence
Here with you all the way
Not even lookin' back
I'd be sorry to

Written by:
Joseph LaPlante

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