Black Soul

(Taking my soul from this arid it gets colder)

{intro}
Early morning waking up with demons on my shoulders
I’ve been fighting solo all time with no soldiers
I can burn my sorrow and my tears on this holders
I might bruise, I might cry but Mama never raise no folders

{chorus}
Taking my soul from this arid it gets colder
Taking my soul from these mountains acrophobia
Taking my soul, and my mind
Like Xavier
Taking my soul from this land
There’s no savior

{verse}
No food no water
Just cold no warmer
One hope my brother
No Coal World darker
Asylum no DACA
No noise, no Barker(baka)
No code, no hacker
Lost course no maker

I pray I pray I stay grind on the low
I don’t wanna be cut down like a mow
Lost friends all turn up to become my foes
Am at last, all these had I know