Land of the Lost

I’m from that land of the lost

Where fools is known to start shit

And empty clips,

Just our catharses,

Brought up in projects

Roach infested apartments,

Depression's got me self medicating, alcohol and sparked spliffs.

Getting fast cash selling tweak,

Pulling car licks,

Plus we beer running, jacking delis, drunk by the fall of darkness,

I got so much heart, yet I’m heartless,

Cold as the arctic,

Anarchic,

Emotionally dead

So you best depart quick!

Only elated when I’m faded,

But that’s when I become the bravest,

You so gutless and so nut-less,

It’s like you was disemboweled and castrated!