Verse 1
My eye site blinded but finally I find it and lost track wondering where the time went and Im just in line with a dream, cloud nine above the other eight so it seems…like a sewing machine to a seamstress and everything is coming together so it seems fit. A beam lit in my eyes I can pierce souls, it freezes time like fog lights leaving deer froze. Its approach was so fear, bold. A young man in love with a soul that appears old. A thirst quencher like when a beer’s cold, that life altering advice that your ears hold. Years go by but it feels like a work week. It’s the Holy Ghost you feel sitting in your church seat. These words speak to your soul, let it mold your passion, ask and my heart you can hold.

Hook
You know it when your soul’s in love you cant eat like
“man I am so in love”
You know it when your soul’s in love you cant sleep like
“man I am so in love”
You know when your soul’s in love you cant think like “man I am so in love”
but you know it when your soul’s in love ‘cause you can breathe right

Verse 2
Question, can I speak to your soul? got some lessons and some things you should know. You will glow and light up the sky when the time comes and every thought is your other half when your mind runs. Electric, your minds are connected, your souls are invested and time is neglected…at a stand still feels like time’s frozen, rich in hours and minutes so spending time’s golden. You feel a inner peace. its your center piece, that warmth on them cold winter nights, its your winter fleece. Release your inner beast, peace will consume you. increase relief from stress, it removes you. It soothes you it knows what your heart needs and oddly enough it’s the casue when your heart bleeds, but your soul’s here to patch it up. This is Kunta Kinte’s freedom when he was shackled up

Hook
You know it when your soul’s in love you cant eat like
“man I am so in love”
You know it when your soul’s in love you cant sleep like
“man I am so in love”
You know when your soul’s in love you cant think like “man I am so in love”
but you know it when your soul’s in love ‘cause you can breathe right


Interlude/Outro
The story goes you’re born with a pure soul, make decision, mistakes, learn and grow old….then go cold….then die but after life is untold see no one knows what holds after the gates. Full entrance well that’s determined after faith but what’s sad is we so chase after hate…competitive nature keeps us hostage…masking tape. Internal war more vivid than actual soldiers who blast Kuwait or Iraq, so I rap for those unaware of their past mistake but I remain the type of gay faggots hate, when straight men see them in drag and say “hey gay lord” with a laughing face, but what I want to ask and say is why are you special? Can you answer that? Nine times out of ten they wont even answer back. Typically what happens is they act an ass lashing back with hateful words to solidify their “self value’ which only concludes in them lacking that….