Its the lone soilder From so long ago The memories a mystery Living life in the shadows Quickly reaching epiphanies My peers be sickening In the race of lifes contest The poison is the passion With a couple of backstabbings I Crack off a fragment Just to examine logic Only to notice its absence I cant see to much light Besides the shine from my tablet Niggas think theyre the prophet Like benefits come from magic I ask you to contribute An influence that distributes A love like drugs In the motion of commuting In my ideals that Im pursuing Knowing actively I cant catch it So I strive for it Fuck a shit happens Live with distractions But my focus remains static Like some bent TV antennas Soupr got his groove back Because Im way over a Stella People who know me better See that benevolence in its best sense Starts with a fresh dresser When it comes to you negatives I turn off my receptors
soupr, backstabbings, distributes, soilder, commuting