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.