Lost
8th grade medium wage slave I'm through ways
Roxbro was the ways this is a new days
I feel the sway I feel the strength phase days a new gift
G.O.D times 3 that's me born to do more than hypocrisy
Young growth wisdom my oath
Better than yesterday today's the day I changed my ways
I use to do my old days
Young G hypocrisy everything we trying to be
Grow grow grow young man grow grow know yesterday was tomorrow
Its ok to smile at your sorrows
No I'm not lost I'm living in (Living in)
No I'm not lost I'm not given in (Given in)
No I'm not lost lose or win life is just began (Just began)
No I'm not lost I'm living in (Living in)
No I'm not lost I'm not given in (Given in)
No I'm not lost lose or win life is just began (Just began)
I think God for letting me see another day I live my life in a different way
It seems death is a better place
Are kids can't even play without bullets
Spraying blood funerals can't even trust the police what I'm saying
Pain depression is what I'm facing racist bigotry can't replace it
The system is corrupt towards are youth lock you up throw away the key
Having yo momma crying praying on her knees
I keep my hands gripped like a gun clip I take my medication so I don't flip
I walk around with the cross and meditate pay respect to those who are lost
Roxbro was the ways this is a new days
I feel the sway I feel the strength phase days a new gift
G.O.D times 3 that's me born to do more than hypocrisy
Young growth wisdom my oath
Better than yesterday today's the day I changed my ways
I use to do my old days
Young G hypocrisy everything we trying to be
Grow grow grow young man grow grow know yesterday was tomorrow
Its ok to smile at your sorrows
No I'm not lost I'm living in (Living in)
No I'm not lost I'm not given in (Given in)
No I'm not lost lose or win life is just began (Just began)
No I'm not lost I'm living in (Living in)
No I'm not lost I'm not given in (Given in)
No I'm not lost lose or win life is just began (Just began)
I think God for letting me see another day I live my life in a different way
It seems death is a better place
Are kids can't even play without bullets
Spraying blood funerals can't even trust the police what I'm saying
Pain depression is what I'm facing racist bigotry can't replace it
The system is corrupt towards are youth lock you up throw away the key
Having yo momma crying praying on her knees
I keep my hands gripped like a gun clip I take my medication so I don't flip
I walk around with the cross and meditate pay respect to those who are lost
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Writer(s): Godfrey Verdade
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