Lost Souls (feat. Abksteph) Video (MV)

I'd rather be in hell then live in this
The world is cold filled with evil shit
N***a clutch up on a heater like he got no sense
But his heat is overdue and now he owe the rent
Jay is only 15, hooping part of his dreams
But he Started flipping crack so now he's serving the fiends
Selling the green his momma never found out
Cuz she work them late shifts that jay don't even know bout
Momma gotta show off her body to make that pay check
So jay would sit at home and pray to god she's on her way back
One night momma never came home
Jay turned on the news and seen a lady with her brains blown
Jay dropped out, glock nine he rob now
Taking from the n****s that will never put the word out
N****s heard about him so they want him in the dirt now
N****s want him dead so they put him on a shirt

Pain fades away but the scars stay
Yeah, give me time i need my space
Yeah, give me time i need to think
Yeah, give me time i need a break
Pain fades away but the scars stay
Yeah, give me time i need my space
Yeah, give me time i need to think
Yeah, give me time i need a break

Change the ending picture jay walking the streets at night
All of a sudden jay's surrounded by the cop lights
Gang violence left a mother with her son missing
And he knows what's going on he can't go to prison
Cuz a couple months ago he had his first son
The Cops asking for ID but he don't got one
Reaching in his pockets thought he had a gun or something
Claimed self defense jay didn't even have nothing
Another lost soul, body count rise
Don't know where to go, Don't know where to hide
Cops keep killing all my people this is genocide
I'm tired of being tired from all the hard times
I can't even cross the street without catching attention
Where you from? Who you with? stop asking me questions
We carry guns for our protection not to kill our brothers
Why we quick to pick it up and point em at each other
Cuz we're brainwashed by TV's, and big screens
Programmed by programs which honor the bad deeds
Now you know why n****s wanna be athletes
Close minded by the puppets flexing on your newsfeed
When the struggle hits the streets May be the only way
So Every night I pray let em see another day
Please god please god keep my brother safe
Please god please god I'm asking for your grace