Let’s take a stroll..
What’s on your soul?
Sometimes it’s hard..
When all your pain.
Your fears and scars..
Come down like rain..
And flood your heart..
And when it clear, somehow restarts
That open door not what you lookin for..
Somebody died, another gone..
Your family sick.. need to stay strong..
You got your own problems going on..
You hate your job, it’s drugs at home..
You got bills, your student loans,
You need help, you feel alone..
You scream to God, you think he did you wrong..
Life is Bittersweet
When I first wake up I pray to God,
Then ride around base – head nod-
I got one hand on the steering wheel,
I got the hand other on my cock,
I scream fuck the world, and then why not,
To much trouble up on my block,
It’s hard to trust law and I’m still ducking cops
Feel like the hate masked and the crime won’t stop,
I ain’t never want violence between my squad,
Over music, over women, over jealousy or gwap,
Life ain’t always pretty..I’m still asking why..
I ain’t look at life the same after Nipsey Hussle died..
A lot of things in this life still don’t make sense
How we get this far but we still ain’t make it,
Until revelation, but before it comes in,
Zion told me to bless you with this hymn
Rest In Peace.. (martyrs of hate crime)
I know that love, care and joy and more is in the recipe (to a better a life)
Now I understand (from this traveling to this music land)
The power of the father, playing drums in my band.. (And he don’t use no hands)
Oh- God- Oh God..
Gotta buckle up .. incase you fuck it up..
In case you fall off, Be ready to pick it up
Like picking cotton.. I mean a stick up,
Oh, life knocked you down you better upper cut..
Imagine the hardest thing for you suck it up
I struggle too.. I just don’t give up..
Arguments, pain, hits, stab, kicks, haters- I don’t give a fuck..
I know where I’m going.. I knew where I’m from..
Life showed me through the veil some
Things I don’t wanna see again – Um..
I left some trails with these bread crumbs
Been a grown as man, since I was young
With the world in my hand and on my tongue..
Tasted the juices, it fucking stung..
To many things coming after me..
One minute have the world, your majesty..
Next second learned a lesson from catastrophe
I feel like the chip on my shoulder, getting colder, so I threw it in the toaster, I’ma eat it when it’s over
Roger that, like a soldier, ain’t believe me when I told ya,
Here I told ya..
There’s no after me, no before, not even next to me
Unless you are my family.. narrowing down all the friends of me..
I just may hire my enemies..
Written and Copyrighted by Julian ‘Soulo’ Smith
Stream Bittersweet: https://open.spotify.com/track/3aERXLnT4WLFg3vPVuChuB
Bittersweet’s Instrumental: https://library.soulosmith.com/bittersweet/