Lost Ones

I smell gunpowder, inhale weed smoke, pour out a little for you, cause you gone

Sometimes I sit till the sun rise, looking at my phone

Hoping you would call, prayers to God it's a homicide

I remember the call, uncle Arnold to his nephew Lamar

I'm in Texas because Katrina, but my flight is booked, rushed to the airport

Grandma stared across the street, I can't believe you died

Crossed the street from Josie, walking in that FEMA trailer

Witnessing all the blood around it

I knew that day from my fate, so much death around me

So when I touch down, I sit on Josie's porch with the hope you come around