Lost
• Written by Prophetic
Prize bull is da flaw to yo babymama's pride
Lost in da love of thoughts leave yo conscious suicide
I don't consult wit my conscious he's neva let outside
Incarcerated for months we"ll let his evidence alive
I said da beast has arrived
All kids been traumatized
itz time to tighten da ties
go ahead write allibies
Imma prophet not a king
I wear scrolls not rings
What you said has more meaning
For results you've been fening
Imma let it be known
da king rests on his throne
i been livin on my own
can even get a job to sell a bone
i am more than a guru
more than survivor
im da prophecy unknown
wit god itz ride or die
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Prophetic
Member since September 20 2014