Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core
For going on being
Fuck it, im leaving
You told me to get lost
And inside they think rap's soft
Faggot faggot faggot,your minds been lost
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
Should come with me to get your salad tossed
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
Recovering from the lost pieces
I think found where your mind was
Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,
He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord
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