Intro:

Fire in my lungs

Panacea

HOOK:2x
Yea this what u need, 2 set u free/
Just a bag a weed and some dope beats/
That's chill shit, I'm talkin ill shit/
Real hip hop, the fuckin shit that make u feel shit/

V.1:
Now as I sit and contemplate, I let the weed intoxicate/
Faded in my conscious state, wondering what my pops would say/
If he was still alive, to see me here performing live/
I wonder would he b proud of me, or wishing I was what I'm not today/
Shiiit everyday I write to let my thoughts escape/
Exhausted from this lifestyle, and man that's just my honest take/
Thinkin bout my future, knowing ain't no fuckin time to wait/
But one thing that's fasho, man and that's the fuckin grind it takes/
So hustle smarter, hustle harder, become stronger/
And thru it all just rise, and become the one to conquer/
Somethin like an Author, thru every chapter in life/
Man ya destiny is yours, don't wait till the after life/
Just take it from me family, that's why U c me grab the mic/
Swear dreams are everything, but if u want it you have to fight/
That's right, life is all about the power of will/
But for now just reflect, and let the SOUND just heal/

HOOK:2x
Yea this what u need, 2 set u free/
Just a bag a weed and some dope beats/
That's chill shit, I'm talkin ill shit/
Real hip hop, the fuckin shit that make u feel shit/

V.2:
So keep listening as vent, and express my life of hopelessness/
To show you what I've lived and seen, that's why I fuckin wrote this shit/
Rising from the slums, and trust ain't nobody cold as this/
A thug from 89', raw spittin some of dopest shit/
U ever fuckin heard, that's my word, puff some herb/
While I take you on this journey, stimulating all of ya nerves/
See this what it's like when u finally see the truth/
A mind with no limitations, and in these lines is the proof/
Fighting for all I stand for, steady grinding for the loot/
Achieving what I been dreaming, yea that's what I'm bout to do/
The voice of my people, see I speak to defeat the evils/
Out shining light on the real, while surviving the killing fields/
Ima Soulja, Laced with this venom, spittin n striking like a cobra/
scarred from these streets, yet comin back just like I told ya/
Wiser and older, havin flashbacks reminiscing/
Burning that purple haze, smokin blunts to new beginnings/

Hook:2x
Yea this what u need, 2 set u free/
Just a bag a weed and some dope beats/
That's chill shit, I'm talkin ill shit/
Real hip hop, the fuckin shit that make u feel shit/