2. Lost In my Mind

 

[intro]

A baby who's dropped his dummy from the buggy,

calling his mommy.

A shady lady with stage three rabies takes me,

raised me with other baby's.

She became angry, i became soggy and baggy

it's raining heavy.

Left outside a dairy farm with a few penny's

riches i envy.

 

[verse 1 - short]

I felt my mind race faster than drying cast plaster,

faster than Usain Bolt,

than lightning bots,

than the bullet from a colt shot in a volt,

by a blind man who anchored boats.

In the navy, hazy mist only delays me,

things are getting shaky,

blurring wavy,

raising stakes, the waves are awake and wake fate

takes years to combine all these traits.

 

[chorus]

Lost in time, lost in my mind,

lost in crime, lost in rhymes.

Lost from birth, lost my nerve,

I'm lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost...

Lost in time, lost in my mind,

lost in crime, lost in rhymes.

Lost from birth, lost my nerve,

I'm lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost...

 

 

[verse 2]

Steep learning curve that's swerving cursed, operates,

elevates and generates portal gates surfing versed hate.

One eye left peep, too afraid to sleep, pillow feels too deep,

middle finger raises peek, the rage i seep leaks a puddle.

The floor creaks as i sneak through this knuckle troubled jungle,

chuckles rumble through the trees like ripples in puddles

my mind is muddled, fucked and puzzled, card deck shuffled,

trapped in a bubble, conducting story's about my troubles.

I'm lost, no sun to follow south, constantly in doubt,

my cargo is hollowed out, one gun, one bullet

lost like a tourist in this forest focused to these lyrics,

ringing bells i hear it in the distance, resit it.

Cause its my mind playing ticks on me.

 

[chorus] x2

Lost in time, lost in my mind,

lost in crime, lost in rhymes.

Lost from birth, lost my nerve,

I'm lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost...

Lost in time, lost in my mind,

lost in crime, lost in rhymes.

Lost from birth, lost my nerve,

I'm lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost...

 

[verse 3]

Yeah... back in the old days things where bold and grey,

things have rolled on they say, I've strolled at my own phase.

The cyberspace marketplace extolled an uncontrolled place to trade,

to replace disgrace of defacing buildings on every apartment block.

Stashed compartments filled with pot and glocks, this is hip-hop

they claim, don't blame the game it's not a ballgame, so many vein

exclaiming lion manes, fain renamed to insane names, call it fame,

young money who thinks he's funny, it's a shame he's a dummy.