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Lost
- Think of me as like the bouncer, a poser dismounter
- encountered with a pistol holster that draws quicker than ya internet browser,
- call me up when a couple punks start to jump, throwing lines of punch, you know I'm the one
- who settles it...lathered with... bass 'n treble shit...under an inedible spit
- though a bit exaggerated but i can say it cuz only I can handle it
- for example when...swerving lane to lane like fire on a candle wit trying to narrow it
- til the tranquil ends once the drink kicks in and the sirens spin from the back rear end
- gotta avoid being thrown in to the infamous pen cuz i can barely stick with my skin
- so just like home I'll never fit in, a hip hop musician filled with ambitions
- of making millions drowned in Benjamins surrounded with gold digging women
- is slowly dissapearing sinking into debt and all that is left is curiosities
- searching throughout my community, trying to figure out who is closest to me
- friends or family, or the ones that taught me how to survive illegally
- how to rob how to steal, how to stay standing on both heels get respect stay real
- but yet all the talk about loyalty, yal motherfuckers keep running from me
- guilty you introduced me to a world of criminality...which eventually
- became to be...the one and only thing closest to humanity for me.
- But now I'm stuck in a mental state in the wrong place, don't know how to behave
- without looking like...some freak that belongs in a cage,
- with eyes that spark fire in the light of day,
- everyone thinks twice before coming my way.
- And now i can't figure out which is the right path for me to take
- each way looks the same, whether its success or fame,
- whether it'll be for all good reasons, like my face on a magazine
- printing KCB and Denni C saves the hip hop commun aty
- or infamously hated by all who were actually close to me.
- Riding off into the sunrise with the girl I'll die for
- like Bonnie and Clyde, battling the world without a side to side for.
- Or i can just go Robin Hood, make what i do wrong good
- and be hated on by all those i hate... the authority, become an OG
- being the infamous criminal coming out the penitentiary
- with everyone looking up to me like i am in presidency
- and just do what i already do, which is all the things i shouldn't but all i could
- or i can just take the gun between my brow and a bullet to the coffin made of wood.
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