From the soul

In this hiphop nation
I'm a citizen
Frustration, love, music and the shit I'm in
Writing rhymes
Writing 'em on the back of stop signs
Writing 'em in my mind's eye
Writing 'em til I die
Way I live? Head-bobbing
Had problems.
Solved 'em.
Best times is walking through the streets of Gothem
Never chart topping
Since the days of bebopping
But the only kind of music I can put my heart in
Comes from the soul....
Now you know
If you didn't care before
Then move right on
Cause I'm talking to real heads
Heads that feel it
Heads that need their music, even got to steal it