Can't Have My Soul Songtext
von Je’kob
Can't Have My Soul Songtext
Verse1
Go on tell em how it is, this world′s gone crazy/
How the heck we debating killin' babies?/
And I hope I piss a lot of people off/
Defend it how you like but you still killin′ babies/
Twist it, that's what the devil does/
Inch by inch we take it how it comes/
That ain't religion talking that′s real life/
That′s double edged sword yeah real Knife/
Uh, & we sick to the bone/
Detox now gotta kill what I've become/
Habits - gotta beat em like a drum/
Addicts - gotta turn around & run/
That is the only way you gone make it/
Just cause they feed it to the world don′t mean you gotta take it/
This fast food generation got young bloods trippin'/
Eyes wide shut they ain′t catchin' me slipping′/
Chorus
You can't have my soul.
You can't have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
Verse 2
I said the spirit is willin' but the body is weak/
So everyday I wake up I try and stay asleep/
Don′t let em get it twisted, I don't mean Z′s/
I told you on my last record Jesus is my dream/
Uh, so sweet dreams, and good night/
And rest them weary bones for the good fight/
We got wicked hearts, and the flesh fails/
Ever heard a little term called "Sex Sells"/
Now we got 40 million people watchin' porno/
It didn′t happen over night that was slow mo/
They gave em just a little bit, kept comin' back/
Then increased the dosage, similar to crack/
Uh, and there's a lonely child stuck in the hood/
Hangin′ with brotha′s that's up to no good/
So watch and pray, like all day/
Or temptation′s gonna shape you up the hard way/
Chorus
You can't have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
You can't have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
Verse 3
Last verse I'm goin' in, in, Ay open up the window/
Straight off top got em askin′ where′s the indo/
Go on tell em how it is, this world′s gone crazy/
How the heck we debating killin' babies?/
And I hope I piss a lot of people off/
Defend it how you like but you still killin′ babies/
Twist it, that's what the devil does/
Inch by inch we take it how it comes/
That ain't religion talking that′s real life/
That′s double edged sword yeah real Knife/
Uh, & we sick to the bone/
Detox now gotta kill what I've become/
Habits - gotta beat em like a drum/
Addicts - gotta turn around & run/
That is the only way you gone make it/
Just cause they feed it to the world don′t mean you gotta take it/
This fast food generation got young bloods trippin'/
Eyes wide shut they ain′t catchin' me slipping′/
Chorus
You can't have my soul.
You can't have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
Verse 2
I said the spirit is willin' but the body is weak/
So everyday I wake up I try and stay asleep/
Don′t let em get it twisted, I don't mean Z′s/
I told you on my last record Jesus is my dream/
Uh, so sweet dreams, and good night/
And rest them weary bones for the good fight/
We got wicked hearts, and the flesh fails/
Ever heard a little term called "Sex Sells"/
Now we got 40 million people watchin' porno/
It didn′t happen over night that was slow mo/
They gave em just a little bit, kept comin' back/
Then increased the dosage, similar to crack/
Uh, and there's a lonely child stuck in the hood/
Hangin′ with brotha′s that's up to no good/
So watch and pray, like all day/
Or temptation′s gonna shape you up the hard way/
Chorus
You can't have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
You can't have my soul.
You can′t have my soul.
Verse 3
Last verse I'm goin' in, in, Ay open up the window/
Straight off top got em askin′ where′s the indo/
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