Soul by Suicidal D

[ Verse 1]
Waking up to the sounds of alarms,
barely moving outta bed, for I am lowering my head
why do I even bother, catching this bus to make a dollar
reasons I can not explain, oh shit here comes the rain
looking out of this window, of this moving bus
the thunder and rain is making my soul cry,
I constantly asking myself why
I'm 19 and barely moving for start,
this is not where I envisioned myself, I'm so far
out of my vision, why did I move out of home
constantly doubting my dome
hop out of bus, umbrella broke,
what the fuck else can be going wrong
oh right, I'm just kid, at shift constantly getting yelled at
4 shifts later, only copping a hundred bucks
no amount of luck can get me out of this shit
I retrieve back into my own, 15 square metres I call it my home
pull out a little of henny
and wishing I could write this shit that i'm on

[Hook]
This is my introduction to rap music
wishing I could write all of those rap lyrics
lyrics posted on my wall and I read them
wishing one day I can get up and I can spit em

[Verse 2]
Not to get on the same topic, but at times I'm at war with my own logic
I needed money to leave my past behind
but the money is the root of all evil
my past at times, keeps me humble
every time I feel like I've risen above my own habits
I stare at the photos of my old apartment
locate myself back, in that feeling, I wanted gone for a life time
I'm moving on, how can I not smile
how can I not now, for I've done everything I ever dreamt of
shit this is now shocking, I remember everything I wanted to do was just a dream
now I've done it,
ill lyricist, no longer trapped by in the business
world traveller, my style ain't impeccable
y'all jealous, for a time I done it with no guidance
still I picture myself in the small apartment
possum fighting, rents due and now I'm stressing
my girl seeing another dude, how can she not understand

all I had was you but I'm moving on, for I realised there are now bigger things in life
realised I needed a father figure, now I figured out I'm the fucking best
from the place that I was, to the places I am
I'm proud of myself, I ain't never the type to sit and wallow in hell
now I climbed the fuck out, so what about ya'll?

this is a love letter to my old habits, thank you for showing me the hell
that I climbed out of,
because without the lows, how can I enjoy the high
just like how can an rich father, bring humbleness to his seeds
when I was younger I felt insecure about everything I am,
everything that I was, I was not good enough
now only a handful can understand the shit that I'm on
from scared to make a noise in my old studio,
to now spitting the realist motherfucking dope lyrics for
this is for you, my youngin
you done made it