swung hard

[intro — chopped & screwed] [tape hiss] [parking garage bass shaking concrete] “gooolllddd…” “soullll…” “swang slowww…” [verse 1] i wish i could be bronze silver maybe gold instead i learned real fast this whole damn world hates a soul too bold they make them doubt what will or will not hold through comments and scolds to make sure u internally are told by the thoughts making you fold that u will never get of yourself ahold silly lies told to keep the control the hold souls hurting for attention Avoiding truth for a mention or to keep u in arms distance  pain get exploited if the crowd stay it’s to make sure I’m disappointed by all the ways to which distraction kept be in the wrong direction pointed but they forget I was born fucking appointed by spiritual comfort I’m locked in and jointed to the god I once avoided It’s me the chosen the one betrayed with a side unspoken getting more and more tired of being refrained suddenly becoming awoken to the years I’ve been made to feel blamed and that blame I claimed shit to the mold I changed to fit what I was told to explain, to please refrain for the sake of being sane or like y’all the same - kinda lame but okay (hahaha ima stay the one y’all tried to tame I can’t change shit but the wild in me I’m proud to claim) still - it’s real to feel undeserving of a world in which the people closest to me feel excitement upon hearing my voice spoken like they really can see the healing I’ve done to mend every bad choice and fix the broken I harbored in response to their decisions and lack their of rejoice for me I guess they had chosen what they want remaining unspoken to an indefinite point so they couldn’t face consequences of what happens when out goes the person who suffered past the deserved point til they realized the intention was not love in your holy poise i was outside smokin under flickerin lights whole world has doubts but won’t say it twice atleast not without a fight  same people throw stones got skeletons unknown -secrets grown in the midst of their time alone to which they know they will later atone - the audacity with dirty hands to cast a stone .. got me mind blown Acting so shocked when i don’t pop a top on what they did as if i ain’t confident enough to see an opinion of a sheepy kinda flock ain’t ever gonna bring down a woman like be capable of it all i got blues in my lungs truth in my jaw every scar in my spirit made life bigger than y’all & it was never about me at all - It’s about the man in the mirror on the wall .. projecting hate to make others small i ain’t gangster at all nawww i’m surviving the pressure - the god forsaken crawl still smilin through storms while the devil tries to call, ima catch ya later dawggg too busy makin money / I ball but don’t get it twisted I still am human so I haven’t forgot the bullshit I saw [chopped adlib] “pressureeee…” [pre-chorus] they wanted me smaller quieter weaker more easily told but pain turns a woman dangerous when she stop needing gold as zeppelin told can’t buy the stair way to heaven living a life hatefully sold [chorus — raspy janis belt] i got Louisiana in my heartbeat swang in my soul , smokin a sweet parking lot Sonic with a sweet tea ice cold while smoking a swisher stanky & fresh rolled My kids car seats shaking to 6 12s like Webbie told while i’m swinging blowin smoke at my money the only way to go I count backwards to show I ain’t broke my money grows as fast as it blows truth hit harder when your spirit stay woke and I don’t mean the political version to which the corrupt have spoke i still wish well - I mean hell cause real souls don’t sell nah real souls don’t sell & I’ve been the one with anger to expel still I can’t hate when I’m wise enough to know they believe they mean help in the words they tell [verse 2 — swagger heavier] i done sat in the dark with my thoughts too long everybody call me crazy till i put it in song then they all sing to the words once perceived wrong … I realize they been lying to be strong we all demented all wrong why not say what we should have all along  now they nervous now they listen now they actin suspicious cause the villain in they story started speaking couldn’t prevent it or exempt it as the villain in silence of their own part was the sound years allowed true colors to be found but also allowed the healing to be better than to get loud just to know who sent it and never once again bring them around i got cigarette burns on old motel blankets tears mixed with pills and nights I almost didn’t make it  still standing ten toes without guilt  even permanently scarred you can’t kill what God built but baby u can try hard  [bridge — chopped talking] you confused pain with weakness that was your mistake i was born in the fire and bleakness i just learned how to sing through the flames [outro — screwed] gold… soul… slow ride… south side… “real souls don’t sell…” “don’t sell…” “don’t sell…