Lost Soul

They call me pretty soul
but my soul aint pretty 
Boys be running games on me 
Its starting to get tricky. 
being molested by friends and family 
try to clear my data but people know my history
My life gets tricky slipping on mistakes 
like bannana peeling.
It's hard to get up when you been pushed down harder
How can you help your soul when your soul been slaughter?
Why do you do the things you do
That is what I grew up too 
being step on like a step stool 
Clean soul , born into a dirty world 
Hurt in side , mix emotion starting starting to rise
covering my family tracks with lies.
Protecting people that damage my minds
Manipulating my soul like a sex drive
holding me hostage until I feel paralyze
B**** , S*** W**** is what I'm recognize
Making everybody feel good from the in and outside
I was taught to do these dirty things
brainwashed  hypnotize not knowing what it can lead.
Go wit the flow they say ; getting attention in the wrong way.
My mom told me you better bring some money home 
or you won't a bed to lay.
selling my soul to the highest bid , accoustom to this lifestyle I'm use to it 
They call me prettysoul but my soul aint pretty
They use my body as a temple to get on top of me.

-Lost Soul

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