i asked my moma to bless me,
shield me from the hating they bouta gave me
my message is to say to them we are slaves and whom to blame, to debate
the ways to run away from hell or how to make it,
while the player haters brag about themselves and brand me fake
if i let it break me, what kind of example my soulmates get?
i better watch out for backstabbers and get their asses slapped
i'll keep doing my thang while it makes sense, know better than to ask fake friends
where to step next
the world is a cemetery of hopes, and we roam
back and forth, trying to find which way to go
but the fog covers the road and many souls get lost
i hate the thought of becoming one of those, that's why i glow
i glow for you, my soulmate
i glow for you, my soulmate
let my burning heart be your spotlight
youre not alone aginst the world, my soulmate