Lost Lyrics

Tell me why you hesitate straight out the starting gate your late you hate to wait

But your fate steady insists to persist it's main trait you cannot recreate

My rap is like electricity

First to discover me will surely go down in history

But I'm not easy to see

I'm a small town nigga with a real big dream

And I ain't nice fuck with me roll the dice

Heaven is the only way out for me

But each day I'm increasingly easily closer to destiny

Hard to agree

But please don't free the need to succeed

Cuz I bleed the desire

Burn with the fire sparked by the wire go hire a liar and try to transpire

Treat me like a tire use me to get higher

But I'm tired I need rest

And I think it'd be best to protest and get this pressure off my chest

I'm obsessed and possessed with this lyrical test

My finesse is the best

So I continue to progress

And yes the hate I used to see now I see less

To this day all I can hear you say

Life is mothafuckin game we are all forced to play

Living as pawns through its pros and cons

It was just me and you struggling to make it through

Never needed the newest shoes

Deep down you always keep it true

May have moved around but you knew your roots

A fighter a dreamer seen you come far

Life is a bitch it'll keep you scarred

Hallucinating you was always the quiet one

You was my trigger you was my gun

Hold me closely don't let go

Momma dropped me to the floor

Needle hanging knocks on the door

12 running bussin in yelling with force

Don't leave baby I feel lost

Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults

Don't leave baby I feel lost

Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults

I've been caught parallel to hell compelled to rebel I propelled and I dwelled

With fallen angels I repelled

Remaining faithful for what they'd foretell

Demons speak lies to try to weaken wise me

Spitten lies now is different from spitting lies then

So when rising to heaven God ain't letting us in

Cuz we never learned of our lessons or our sins

From inception reverends warned me of these weapons

Leading to felons

On in then seed to aggression

Crust oppression feeding off of depression

Blooming expressions obsessions with pleasing and easing reflections

Reaching at clefts grieving not achieving their dreams or wishes

Just retrieving greedy souls routine paroles and war riches nigga

Hold me closely don't let go

Momma dropped me to the floor

Needle hanging knocks on the door

12 running bussin in yelling with force

Don't leave baby I feel lost

Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults

Don't leave baby I feel lost

Reach for my hand and appreciate my faults