Myk** Miers - Soul Searchin' lyrics

[Intro:] Abouttohit you with some real shhhh. Smooth and Myk** Western HemisFear style. Vooodu on the track uh [Verse 1:] Deep in the can*ls of the heart where all problems start Where n***as that's real show how they feel On this Earth 20 some odd years Through the blood sweat and tears and all of my fallen peers Through the vilence and violence how can I live Through all these drive bys and nonsence But it makes sense how I survive from 1974 to 1995 Through the grace of God I probably make it Stayed drug free so my mind stays elevated I must be presdestined for damnation Through this firery nation I see the obliteration of my race and We can't win for losing drug selling and using Cops abusing us for doing the same thing white folks be doing The prognosis of a diagnosis of a disease called melanin Given to me by God the prescription is irrelevant The symptoms are evident that I'm a black man Half man half God, but steadily faceing hara**ment Sexual molestation double murder and drug trafficing Put together by a society to shut down the African [Hook:] Yo check your egos at the door And do a little searching of your soul can you feel me? [x4] [Verse 2:] Why do brothers smoke blunts and love to front? And hump stunts and brag about all the chumps they punk Do they figure they bigger if they pull triggers Take a swig of the 40 and lie about smoking? Please save that for the dramma coarse What kind of man are smoking weed on your mama's porch? Playa you ain't hard at all I'm appalled at your bullshhhh Can you catch a bullet walk on water Spit fire and resurrect yourself? Uh ah didn't think so so yo check yourself I need to check myself as well Hell never been in jail but right now ain't livin' to swell Dealt a card but I didn't play it right Procrastinating of life and hanging out all night And nothing to show but sleepy eyes Hangin' out with the wrong tribe I need a different type vibe Strive to survive in the wild wild west Side kids I kicked it with have died Seems like stress is on my mind or my mind is on stress The best thing about stress is that I can sell it to the rest [Hook] [Verse 3:] But you can't understand this process I can't progress I'm jobless should I rob this bank? Just to get some crubms in my wallet? But I can't do time so how should I call it? I got to learn to hustle see it's a struggle See life is a trip and it gets real tough bro And I don't know if I can preceed I need weed, huh too many of my homies are deceased And who will be the next to go? I 'm sick of funerals I been to two in a row And four more in six months Why does life s** especially when I ain't got no bucks? [Hook] [Outro:] Yeah yeah Myk** 1995 Vooodu kickin' it live on the trizzack west coast baby