Lost Shades (Blue) [ft. Hyde]

They ask me where my faith is, frankly I don't know

Tryna stomach life it's chafing on my soul

If I'm changing lanes to bathe in the fool's gold

I'd be surely vacant with these pages, bl-bl-blank slate

I remain caged in, this empty tank that I'm racing

Ensured I'll get compensation, I-I-I don't know

Tell me all it takes is patience them teachers told me I'm slow

And even though I try so hard to high the bar Iont reach my goal

I dont preach it tho, the preachers see us and the bigger picture

But they need to be us, not read the scripture, Jesus

Said turn the other cheek, but Jesus dead

Example of what to be, when the cleaners spread

Their cleaning tools across the mean concrete

I mean, Con seen, some problems in a short life

Some problems solved with more knives and more lives

Then couple the problems with some sore pride

To the point you asking yourself, who am I?

No really, who am I? A dumb yout from a dumb place

Where the gun shoots and the zoots blaze

But's it's do or die needa stay safe

But the feds dont care when the kids cry

Cah the truncheon aint never gonna be, aint, aint nuttin to a blade

 

They tell me that it's right to be me

But I don't feel so right inside

They tell me that it's nice to be free

But I dont see no light outside

 

Askin’ if there’s evil in the world how can God exist?

Maybe it’s because we all exist,

I pretended to be a theologist,

Now I’m not so sure I understand shit,

Somedays I just want to call it quits.

Darkness all around me, darkness in my own heart,

Part of me thinks that He found me, the other part waits for hope’s spark,

I’ve searched, I’ve waited,

I’ve cursed, been patient,

Been worse, been sainted,

Still not a church that satiates it.

Mother Mary had Gabriel, Abraham had Isaac,

I’m lookin’ for my way to tell this is somethin’ more than just biased,

Feel free to let me know if you care about me at all,

Care about me at all,

Care about me, don’t let me fall,

Askin’ if my life is gone to hell then how can God exist?

Maybe it’s because he forgot a kid.

Askin’ if my life is gone to hell then how can God exist?

Maybe it’s ‘cause he does not exist.

 

They tell me that it's right to be me

But I don't feel so right inside

They tell me that it's nice to be free

But I dont see no light outside

 

A dumb yout from a dumb place

Where the gun shoots and the zoots blaze

But it's do or die needa stay safe

But the feds dont care when the kids cry

Cah the truncheon aint, aint, aint, nuttin to a blade

Lost within the page, accosted within age

But fostering this rage so we postulating hate

Crazy ain't it

How we went from kids in the park

To selling bits in the park

High praise to fame it's mad deranged that I've

Overcame this, I've come from the bottom

Where nothing much aint dangerous

Shit would drive you insane cuz

Can't blame us, dis the life of a entertainer

Entering the life of a lifesaver