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Lyrics - Lost Souls

Lost souls in a motel corridor
Doors half open, I don’t know who I’m mourning for
Floorboards creak like they keeping score
Of every war I fought just to even more

I was born in a storm with a horn and a warning
Labelled a problem before I was forming
Storming through hallways of rage I was storing
While teachers would whisper, “That kid is disturbing.”

Disturbing? I’m certain you nurtured the circus
Turned hurt into purpose, then called me a burden
I learned how to surface with verses like sermons
But cursing the world was the fuel I converted

Yeah, I spit venom with rhythm and cynicism
Minimal sympathy, give me the villainism
I’ve been a synonym for adrenaline
Ritalin skeleton thin with a pen and a grin

Everybody wanna save me now
Same crowd used to hate me loud
They’d say I was crazy, wow
Now they play me proud

Funny how that works
When your net worth flirts
With commas that calm the nerves
Of the same damn jerks

I remember nights in December
Cold like the shoulder of someone who never
Told you they loved you, just “Get your shit together”
So I welded my temper to every endeavor

And I swear I got ghosts in my throat when I speak
Lost souls roaming each note that I leak
I don’t sleep, I just choke on the week
Then explode on the beat like I’m broken and bleak

You ever feel like your shadow’s alive?
Like it laughs every time you survive?
Like it waits for the cracks in your pride
Then it slides in your mind with a knife?

Yeah, I fight it nightly
Might be slightly
Unhinged, but tightly
Wound like lightning

Strike twice in a crisis
Slice mics into prices
My vices write my devices
My psyche spikes and entices

I’m a product of sirens and silence
Of violence and guidance colliding in riots
Defiance disguised as compliance
Reliance on rage like it’s science

I built an empire from spite
From nights I would sit and just write
With the flicker of kitchen-lamp light
While the world told me “Quit, you ain’t right.”

Ain’t right? Damn straight I ain’t right
I’m left with the wreckage of fights
With exes and debts and regrets in the night
Lost souls in my chest when I breathe in the mic

I confess I’m obsessed with the stress
It’s a mess but I guess I invest
In the pressure, it stretches my neck
Till I’m yelling at echoes I can’t intercept

Every critic can suck on a second of silence
Then swallow the fact that I thrive in defiance
You call it a flaw, I call it appliance
Of pain into art with a spark of a tyrant

Yeah, I’m harsh, I admit it
Heart’s carbon, I split it
Dark thoughts? I’ve lived it
Mark targets and hit ‘em

But I don’t glorify trauma
I weaponize karma
Turn drama to armor
And armor to armor-piercing bars that are sharper

Lost souls, we roaming together
Through cold weather, no sweaters
Just vendettas sewn in the letters
Of poems I wrote with no tether

I remember being broke as a joke
With hope hanging thin as the smoke
From a cigarette lit just to cope
With a home that was no place for growth

So don’t preach peace to me
You don’t see the beast in me
You just see the reach, the fees
The speech and the platinum CDs

But underneath that shine
Is a mind on a thin-ass line
Between “I’m fine” and “I might just snap”
If the past comes back one more time

I’m not your savior
I’m not your saint
I paint with complaint
Restraint? I ain’t

Built for comfort, I’m built for combustion
Destruction reduction of trust and discussion
I function in dysfunction, erupting in public
Then ducking the judgment that’s rushing and gushing

You ever scream and nobody hears?
Tears mix with years
Fears crystallize in your peers
While cheers disappear

Lost souls, I see you
Through cracked rearview
Mirror reflections that smear truth
I steer through

Debris of the me I used to be
Truthfully brutally glued to the eulogy
Of youth that was chewed by the cruelty
Of poverty, scrutiny, mutiny

And yeah, I curse at the heavens
Not begging for blessings
Just venting aggression
Confessing obsession

With being the best in a session
Progression through tension
Redemption through mention
Of lessons I learned in detention

Detention was just rehearsal
For universal dispersal
Of verses controversial
Immersed in reversal

From victim to villain to victor
The picture gets thicker
The scripture gets slicker
My temper gets quicker

Lost souls, marching in cadence
No patience, just statements
Adjacent to greatness
But tainted with hatred

And maybe one day I’ll rest
Lay this rage in a chest
But today I’m possessed
By the weight in my head

So I spit till it’s empty
Till envy can’t tempt me
Till memory dents me
Then gently attempts me

To slip back into that corridor
Motel floor, metaphor
For every war I fought before
Lost souls knocking at the door
But I don’t run anymore.
I let ‘em in.
And turn ‘em into metaphors

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