🔵 By Lamont Wilkins. Photo by lauragrafie.
V1: I use to think that, Love was Love, but Loyalty was priceless/
keep a tight circle of hitters, have the right chick/
keep the same principles, situations they might switch/
niggas nowadays be on & off like a light switch/
women nowadays be on you until the pipe switch/
sleeping through the days to fuck a nigga on night shift/
light spliffs & throwing a couple shots back/
the Thot’s back – ain’t a whole helluva lot can stop that/
and top that with the fact you remain Loyal/
even though your homies keep saying „she ain’t Loyal“/
even tough you give her the throne, she ain’t Royal/
in every word and deed she’s saying she ain’t for you/
its not the fact that she’s fucking a lot/
that’s nothing she’s got needs – you’re stuck in a box/
and the prison’s got you fasting from the sex like its Ramadan/
but mentally, you’re supposed to be each others confidants/
cause in a cell, the walls start talking/
these CO’s carry guns, the dogs stay barking/
and pressured with depression but you’re not giving up/
you’re reaching out – you’re phone calls she stopped picking up/
cause she don’t understand what your nights or your days about/
or why you’re in a cell like “ fuck it..“ with a razor out/
but she don’t care, she just rolled one and lit up/
make a nigga really wanna give up/
My Soul’s On Fire – for the one I Love, I’ll pay the price/
even though her soul’s on ice/
I pray one day, shell understand what this Love feels like/
before these prison walls take my life/
V2: see, a lot of people talk about it private, but no just can’t/
many more are built for the struggle, but I just paint/
pictures of my pain, I’m taking you where they just can’t/
looking at it through my eyes, and many just faint/
every woman in my life was a Star/
playing the lead role, and every line is a scar/
I’ve been tricked up, tripped up, had major slip ups/
that led to major surgeries needing my body stitched up/
that’s the reason I’m never throwing my fists up/
I’m either Loving or leaving, their ain’t no mix ups/
what’s the point in me putting my hands on you?/
when clearly the saying that I’m not enough man for you/
or really that’s saying that this seed is in bad soil/
and when it all falls I’m not willing to stand for you/
that couldn’t be further from the truth/
I’m here, I’m still standing and the burden of the proof/
is weighing on my shoulders and I’m hoping it will lighten/
but even if I end up crushed, I’m still fighting/
even if I end up disappointed and crestfallen/
I’m still playing this hand out – my bet’s all-in/
you can call of fold, its your choice/
the heart’s in control, its all in your voice/
when getting that Moneybagg Yo – you’re Heartless/
but you’re my BHabiegirl regardless/
My Soul’s On Fire – for the one I Love, I’ll pay the price/
even though her soul’s on ice/
I pray one day, shell understand what this Love feels like/
before these prison walls take my life/