Lost Books

Gave the little ones some books that read praise our holy father
Give your honor to the lord, and he will make you stronger
Give it all back to the poor, it'll brighten what little core they have left in they soul
No matter who they are, free or out on parole
Giving back what they stole, the little change in their hats or bowls
Truth be told they probably took what little they had and indulged in some more crack
Waste it all on the gamble of black jack
Everybody looking for a new way to chase the bag
Besides working a nine to five, it's sad to see the ones I grew up with
Grow to be on a crooked path, all they want is to feel the wrath of each other
Looking for validation, it ends in my generation
We preparing to repeat history the slippery slope of emotions when we wanna cope
We hold close to the past, I'm a victim to it
Listen to it, were gettin more distant from God

My lost books read "heal the soul"
Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core
Some are too cold to feed to the poor
Some are just me only being immature
My lost books were full and it said "heal the soul"
Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core
Some are too cold to feed to the poor
Some are just me being immature

Irregularities, two similarities bury these cowards
I'm spiraling downwards bastards with no standards
They got it backwards, they hazardous Lazarus of Bethany
Raised up an enemy reborn in destiny but formally
We got it mixed up, like the virgin blood mixed in all the cups
Close up shots of man Micheal, the cycle continues with different values, and some new virtues
I've written haikus, my words are rhymed loose webbed strangely like a recluse
So there is no excuse, I'm here to defuse the controversy let it die
Girl guy I will say it the same way, till I fly
Power in my speech power in my pen power in my heart
The mind brings it all together like the avengers
No words can describe what I probably imagine
The worst I can say is you'll probably be saddened

My lost books read "heal the soul"
Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core
Some are too cold to feed to the poor
Some are just me only being immature
My lost books were full and it said "heal the soul"
Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core
Some are too cold to feed to the poor
Some are just me being immature

Sauce in the cranium, black no vibranium
Titanium stadiums radiant pure champions
Ambience all in the crowd we stand proud
No patience, straight fragrance ima hound
No surround sound, just drowned audio
No clowns now, just flavor and it's starry-yo
Carry on bags to the private jets "hurry dawn!"
L.B.B's the name, Amarus who I blame
Say my name the flames will rise cause I'm super fly
Unto Zion we go in Ethiopia they live on the down low
Evidently inevitably, people dying innocently
It could be up to me one day to help change it ya see
Maybe I won't, maybe I will this is a random skill
I still try to master at will, know what I feel?

My lost books read "heal the soul"
Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core
Some are too cold to feed to the poor
Some are just me only being immature
My lost books were full and it said "heal the soul"
Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core
Some are too cold to feed to the poor
Some are just me being immature