Land of the Lost

He was the son of a dope man
what he saw was what he learned
He left school now it's finally his turn
to rob and steal but he feels he needs to stop and chill
cause deep in his heart he knows that god is real
momma still trys to open his eyes,
cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies
his father's doing 25 til life cause the love of money cuts like a knife,
blinding lights he doesn't know which way to go
his bestfriend just got killed 2 days ago
he writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote
a little note about how bad his little heart was broke
Before the mail could even reach his jail cell
the boy was murdered at a neiborhood hotel
selling [?] just like his pop taught em
rock bottom a muthafucking cop shot em
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They met when was teenagers around the 10th grade
she fell in love and now he wants to get paid
he convinced her to work at the butt naked
and everything she would make dancing, he would take it,
she got a fake ID and her club license
a second life that she had to live in silence
at 17 she finally got the strength to leave him
that's when she met the demon
it was a cold murder he made sure that he really hurt
her over dumb shit but he had to take it futher
curcumstances that lead to last dances she hit the canvas
now she at St.Fransis, six o'clock services
feel the nervousness of having to look at dead [?]
im smoking roaches burnin the shit outta my fingers
remembering the words of the church choir singers
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Another mexican gang banger
set tripa wig spilta a trigga happy ditch digga
itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
vida loca another word for suicidal
same color of skin but different of rags
browns putting browns up in body bags
every two or three different streets is a different click
they got no love for themselves so they live in sick
For centuries we've been fillin penitentries
it's plain to see we're our worst enimes
the smartest, most talented of the raza is all dead doing time for a fucking tranza,
geniuses all dying meaningless
cause they can't find a way to break free from this
needless to say, the gangster that i speak of G-Love
is laying in the grave that he dug
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