Lost Soul

To busy buying into fame

Disgracing my name

To try to even understand

A sistah's pain

Tryna stay on top

But it's hard

Wish life was easy

As walking down the boulevard

But not even that can we do

Cuz everywhere you turn

Somebody's tryna shoot you

Trying to fix your mistakes

Trying to make it out alive

You'll do whatever it takes

But you break

Laying in bed

Wide awake

Mind's racing

Back and forth pacing

Don't know where to turn

You try to put into action

All the lessons learned

But all the bridges

They burn

And it's silence

You get in return

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