Who’s Gonna Save My Soul

Love is conditional
I never knew that Mary'd put a hole in my fishing boat
I got to tripping more, she went to bitching more
The court of Universal Law said it wasn't permissable
She went to forte, I stayed pianissimo
Then I went to forte and she went to physical
Should I go should I stay and withstand
The additional attacks on the mental and the physical
It's gone get dangerous
Why waste time in these child-like exchanges
Why waste time with these child-like games, it's just make up to break up
Crying all the time baby messing up your make-up
Try and scratch my face up
She said "I need communication Jay but you dont say much"
I know it ain't okay but
I from where niggas keep they mouth closed and the gate shut
It seem like only yesterday that I was just a kid
In Christian Dior velour, ballies and a shape-up
Spinning on cardboard and trying to rip a break up
Life comes at you fast, I went from sleeping in class
To sleeping in the streets forgetting where I wake up
When I was hit with trial, I slipped into survival mode
And did a lot of shit a nigga wasn't proud of, so
When I be sittin on the couch with a blankhead
I be at the homeless shelter jefferson in Bankhead
A Jack sippin dankhead
Making sure niggas don't steal my clothes
Trying to make a path so I fufill my goals
Trying to take a bath so I can heal my soul
A little bit of laughter to conceal my woes
Who gone save me?