A Soul Called Soul

I’m trapped in the American struggle/ Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/ Yeah am I the only one to truly see our invisible chaotic bubble? / Am I the only one to truly live in while I realize the hidden pains in our own ghetto living rubble? / I see in what I still saw of the pains at the same time I hear the alcoholic mumbles/ Like a burnt cracker over a uncooked cookie I still see the culture crumble/ I see the staggering, I see the swerving and I see thy own stumbles/ Still yet I am crawling out the dirt like an ant spreading my wings in the sky like the bees bumble/ It’s when I knew I was a soul called soul/ In my soul called soul I am in the super bowl/ Seven hundred seventy-seven now I can’t let thy football fumble/ I am not going to let thy ring leader lead me in the circus no more, I am no longer an elephant Dumbo/ I’m here to stay not to go/ I been down that same road too many times before/ I know what it’s like at the bottom, I hit it straight rock ,yeah I been that low/ now pains of my life I outgrow/it’s when I knew I was a soul called soul In my soul called soul/ I hang on not to my enemies nor my friends but my own inner foes/ I got no true friends, I got no true bros/ I got no true women, I got no hoes/ I don’t even know if I will even make it to be thirty-four/ I worry about alcoholic danger in the hood every time I walk out my front door/ I thank God I’m not rich and thank him for the experience of being dirt poor/ I thank him for the fact that I no longer have to steal from the local store/ I thank him for the simple fact that I can do simple everyday chores/ I remember a time when I was in a prison cell where even death itself felt like a bore/ until one day something great pick me up off the prison floor……..that was a time when I know I was a soul called SOUL/ I know my truck of life was ready to take it’s damage when it can still pull its own toll/ I knew my boat of life was ready to go against high winds with a broken bow/ I knew I was ready when I can go against waves 100 feet high go under and still row/ if not then I make the surf board roll/ The storms comes like shadow hidden in the skies undergrowth/ I’m not only floating I’m also flying through them both/ I am no longer empty with darkness I am filled with light shone/ I am no longer alone, I am force of many through word flow/ I am a prophet among my own/ words put together like no other only I condone/ I say it in a unique tone/ I’m going to make it past the internet and cell phones/ I am the one, I am by a higher power chose/ These problems in life I will outgrow/ I will overcome being just another SOUL CALLED SOUL….