Can't Have My Soul

Go on tell em how it is, this world’s gone crazy
How the heck we debating killin' babies?
And I hope I piss a lot of people off
Defend it how you like but you still killin' babies
Twist it, that’s what the devil does
Inch by inch we take it how it comes
That ain’t religion talking that’s real life
That’s double edged sword yeah real knife
Uh, & we sick to the bone
Detox now gotta kill what I’ve become
Habits - gotta beat em like a drum
Addicts - gotta turn around & run
That is the only way you gone make it
Just cause they feed it to the world don’t mean you gotta take it
This fast food generation got young bloods trippin'
Eyes wide shut they ain’t catchin' me slipping'

You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul

I said the spirit is willin' but the body is weak
So everyday I wake up I try and stay asleep
Don’t let em get it twisted, I don’t mean z’s
I told you on my last record Jesus is my dream
Uh, so sweet dreams, and good night
And rest them weary bones for the good fight
We got wicked hearts, and the flesh fails
Ever heard a little term called “sex sells”
Now we got 40 million people watchin' porno
It didn’t happen over night that was slow mo
They gave em just a little bit, kept comin' back
Then increased the dosage, similar to crack
Uh, and there’s a lonely child stuck in the hood
Hangin' with brotha’s that’s up to no good
So watch and pray, like all day
Or temptation’s gonna shape you up the hard way

You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul

Last verse I’m goin' in, in, ay open up the window
Straight off top got em askin' where’s the indo
I don’t need no indo, I don’t need no patron
Gotta keep it clean this is god’s second home
Yeah, this is god’s second home
And every line I spit he’s right there with me in the zone
Resist the devil and he will flee from you
Sit around and wait and you will get to know a dumb you
Yeah, he’s the master of disguise
Take the truth bend it just a little bit until it lies
That’s his forte, start with foreplay
Started smoking weed once a month now it’s all day
Now he stay high, while he ride the beat
Brain on vacation dirty mouth workin' overtime
And I’m outta' time and I’m done rappin'
I aint nobody special please no clappin'

You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul
You can’t have my soul