LOST SOUL: story of the struggle

[AfricanGlory]

There was this kid named butch, but they called him b/
mentally contaminated with fancy material from poverty/
peepin his friends buying new jordans every week/
so he post up and sold drugs on the street/
only the age of 10, made his first grand/
his ego elevated to make him think, he was a grown man/
he gradually planned to make more, then his brother got killed/
murdered over money from a bad drug deal/
as he stood next to the casket, his heart turned cold/
now he's at the age of 11 with a heart that's bold/
started copin new clothes, never wore the samething twice/
carried a desert eagle 440 to protect his life/
coming in the crib, watching his moms shootup/
he drank a 5th that night, so that made him throwup/
screamed at him moms, and left the house/
his mom cried silently while she sat on the couch/

chorus: kids use the wrong excuses of not having influence,
but that's the same shit which makes people loose it,
stay focused and righteous, have kids and grow old,
and don't end up another victim, with a lost soul.......

butch never went back home, started pistol whippin people with his crome/
sleepin in abandoned vehicles, all alone on his own/
saving his money, until he hit about 30 g's/
asked a nigga he knew, to cop him a mercedes/
he had no lincense, but always drove around in the dark/
drinking 5th's of gin, doin donuts in the park/
he's now 15, gotta infa-red beam/
drove his first whip at the age of 13/
just a normal kid in a grown mans body/
until he took a crackheads money, and got shot with a shottie/
blew half his shoulder off, but it wasn't life threatning/
he suffered from post tramatic stress, killed people without flucuating/
homoside is on his trail, but can't get close to him/
until his own mother, told on'em/
he got booked and they set bail for 50 g's/
out in no time, now he's back on the streets/
bought a new 745, straight out the lot/
got no traffic violations cause he knew crooked cops/
he was almost there, to living this drug-dealer dream/
but everything in life ain't always what it seemed/
one day he was driving, pulled up to a bus stop/
tryna talk to a girl, showing off his new watch/
everything seemed perfect, until this car pulled beside him/
pulled out an sk, shot and killed him/
blood drenched the girl, she was shaking in fear/
too bad butch couldn't make it for his 16th year/
cops closed off the area, the murder took place/
it's like he never existed, couldn't even notice his face/
only 5 people showed up, to his funeral/
so I'm telling all the kids, don't let this happen to you, YOU, YOU/


chorus: kids use the wrong excuses of not having influence,
but that's the same shit which makes people loose it,
stay focused and righteous, have kids and grow old,
and don't end up another victim, with a lost soul.......

[Kweku_Omowale]

wow man,whata legacy,huh,it sounds so familiar like the ghettoes in brazil,canada man,well put and well said,what to do,what to do man