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Lost Forever
- (Start at 0:18)
- Wake up in the morning after two days of sleep
- In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached
- Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats
- I'm not a team player though, just a kid wit dre beats
- a nay sayer livin off dreams and hope he clings to dope and coke,
- so I take a toke of my medicine wondering if this life's worth investin in. spurs second guessin
- behind curtains watchin the world hurtin from a distance
- He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,
- only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession
- treasurin every moment like it's last, an outcast, left flat on his ass
- through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world
- pushed twirled and rushed no time to hurl
- no rhyme can save this little boy or girl
- Born non rural in a city a comfortless accident, need no pitty
- I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,
- my mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,
- set in store through each sore formed by this semi auto repeater
- Born a leader, avid mad lib reader, you fill in the blank as I take what I rake in to the bank
- My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,
- hopin it was just a prank as I'm lost in these beats, please god help me in this time of defeat
- I need a reason to go on so I put on a new song feelin withdrawn
- dealin with no mom, all the pain I've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear
- shed no tears, these are my fears I bear, wear, I swear I don't know where I'm at
- It ain't fair I'm given the seat in which I sat, livin in a shiverin cold soul painted flat matte black
- broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what I say fake fiction fact or crap
- We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class
- to keep or not to repeat with this stashed bag of hash, do I move past or try an outlast
- Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle class drones
- who moans and groans in a foreign place we call home, see I speak what you think just with a different tone
- For now unknown, this verse hurts worse than any stone thrown
- Just discovered rap like god threw me a bone, freshly uncovered
- Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers
- like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned
- told to leave no stone unturned, what happens if I never get big and discovered
- Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather
- Whether or not my endeavors are lost forever
- Am I lost forever...
- I think I'm lost forever...
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