Lost Kings
(专辑: Slow Motion Vol. 2 - 2016)
[Micah Freeman:] Another day, another misfortune I
cannot afford to lose my place Cause when I
step outside I
can feel it We could be close to the
end and I
can't help it [Jarren Benton:] You a
bitch if you hating on this shit I
grew up off of Southernplayalisticadillacmusik The
everyday bullshit can make a
nigga reclusive I
give you all the
exclusives, I'm twisting dope like a
Rubik's (yeah) cube, nigga take a
walk in my shoes Come deal with my paranoia, I'm so scared I
might lose Sip a
couple light brews that might lighten my mood At least for my baby's sake I
pray I
make the
right moves I
feel like God with a
murderous ink pen About to put a
couple hollow points in your ink skin Rappers you fugazi, we can see that you pretend Butter soft, leather in the
seats that I'm sinking Welcome to the
mind of Mr. Benton The
fuck is these niggas sniffing? The
verbal serial killer just itching to stick this clip in Niggas nothing different, same shit, different porcelain Thank God we walked up out that abortion clinic Old school Chevy, the
windows tinted Another homicide, 12 need more forensics The
fact is, pigs murdering black kids And black kids murdering black kids Ay where the
value in that? It's like we don't see no value in black A
fatherless habitat, moving vials of that crack [Micah Freeman:] Another day, another misfortune I
cannot afford to lose my place Cause when I
step outside I
can feel it We could be close to the
end and I
can't help it [Jarren Benton:] Yeah, ATLiens I
told the
pastor to pray for them Lost souls, communities broken, can't find a
way for them Niggas still waiting on God to sky dive Like that's our only hope to stop these drive-bys Ain't no action heroes, a
bunch of misguided negros We scared of our own so we sleep with guns under pillows And ADT alarms, they don't mean no harm And I'm guilty of it too, I
profile niggas like um What this nigga up to? Damn he looking shady Is he casing my crib while I'm clutching on the
3.80? Meanwhile he's just tryna find the
local gymnasium We assume the
worse and we plant these seeds in our cranium Damn that's that same mindframe that killed Trayvon But we don't think shit bout the
bitch when she selling Avon Wake up, something going on my niggas We murder over dumb shit, still miss the
big picture Psychological damage planted in our genes How'd we go to this when we used to be kings and queens Meanwhile the
African population decreasing over bullshit diseases Hunger and shit that's mean'less That's weird, the
most hated and feared Open your third eye, there's something going on here Slavery mind state still controlling most of y'all head Ask Malcolm, when you wake from the
matrix they want you dead