Soul Train ft. Kalligraphy

I remember when I was young

In the winter on the light pole I'd freeze my tongue

I was a troubled teen, never knew reason

I'd sneak out at night and got beaten

I smoked cigarettes and gave nerds threats

I never grew up in the projects, but witnessed tons of deaths

Sex and meth, that was the way I relieved stress

Daddy called the feds when I caused a death

Had to dash away and jump the chain fence

Became a run away as soon as I let the bullets spray

Sleeping in the subway 'til I was forced to getaway

Was a castaway, I stole my first Chevrolet

When the cops came I had to hideaway until they left that day

Got my girl pregnant before I graduated, my mom's eyes full of hatred

Became more independent and stopped rolling up a blunt, and became dedicated

Got wasted and next thing I knew, me and my girl were naked

Started raising a kid, he was good, luckily never in the hood

I’m on this soul train~

Got better as I became the husband of Mary Jane

Memories, sorry for the worries

Memories, sorry for the worries

When me and my wife were living in hotel rooms, with toxic fumes

Dreams of selling out those venues, I heard some startling news, there were some sonic booms

Brainwashed my mind, left the past me behind, I was redefined

No card declined, got close to Christ, I was surprised

Woke up and it was a dream, it was just a glance at the life of being clean

But I brushed it off and went to the slot machine, and smoked some nicotine

I was obscene, if only I would’ve seen, but I was only nineteen

If only I knew what my self esteem would’ve been, just like glycine

I would have been healthier and happier, no drug dealer

Look to my right, beside me is the grim reaper, right to me is the holy light

But I didn’t choose what was right, I wanted to still see my dealer, chose evil, so I chose to bite

Those were the biggest mistakes I made in life.

I’m on this soul train~

Got better as I became the husband of Mary Jane

Memories, sorry for the worries

Memories, sorry for the worries

Uh huh

Even Hov spoke about letting go of regrets

Millionaires hold em not just those in debt

My flesh is connected with the spiritual mesh

That reflects saying myself is a tearful mess

And yes, the pious and zionest, the flakiest Atheist

Have regrets, we’re humans, it’s the way we get

I regret many things, the poetry’s wedding ring

Cuz writing consumed all my time when I could be doing better things

Or maybe not…and this is where God needs me