You Can't Spell Soul Without Sol

(álbum: Separating Self From Me - 2015)

I'm nothing to me
You're nothing to me
Lies had me stuck but the truth set me free
They say they want change and that they want to breathe
These pussies want freedom but don't want to bleed
They don't want to die but don't mind if you do
So, fuck all these cowards and fuck all their views
Don't come to me faking and wasting my time
If you want to die, then I'll just let you die
Who put the cults in culture?
Who put a man in the Sculpture?
Do they prey on the weak like a vulture?
Do they pray every week like the church fucking told ya'?
Hold up
Everybody wait a minute
I was out in the void
Now I'm back up in it
Have I lost my grip of reality
Or has it just let me go
I admit it, I don't wanna know

These niggas talk shit from the back (From the back)
Who's this bitch, where he at? (Where he at?)
Behind another fucking screen of his Mac (Of his Mac)
He's a keyboard warrior, fuck that (Fuck that)
Bitch I got drop-dead tees on my back (On my back)
You've got no reason to brag (No reason to brag)
I'm a motherfucking soldier no dog tag (Dog tag)
If I had these shirts all black drop dead