Land Of The Lost

He was the son of a dope man what he saw was what learned he left

School now it's finnaly 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 mama still tries to open his eyes cause the way a man

Lives is the way a man dies his fathers doin 25 to life cause

The love of money cuts like the ninth blinding lights he doesn't

Know which way to go his best friend just got killed two days ago

He writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote a little

Note about how bad his heart was broke before the mail could

Even reach his jail cell the boy was murdered at a neighborhood

Hotel sell'n wholesale just like his pop taught him rock bottom

A muthafuckn cop shot him

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We always will (we always)

Remember you (remember)

We always will (we always)

Have love for you (love for)

A taste of life

And now your gone (moaning)

You found a life

In the land of the lost

They met when they was teenagers around the tenth grade she fell

In love and now he wants to get paid he convinced her to work at

The butt naked and everything she made dancing he would take it

She got a fake id and a club license a second life that she had

To live in silence at 17 she got the strength to finnally leave

Him thats when she met the demon it was a cold murder he made

Sure that he realy hurt her over dumb shit but he had to take it

Further circumstances that lead to last dances she hit the canvas

Now she at saint frances 6:00 services feel the nervousnes of

Have'n to look at death perfectless i'm smok'n roaches burn'n

The shit out my fingers remembr'n the words of the church choir

Singers

Chorus

Another mexican gang banger said tripper wig splitter a trigger

Happy ditch digger itchy finger puts a glass apon a rival vida

Loca another word for suicidal same color of skin but different

Color rags browns putt'n browns up in body bags every two or

Three streets is a different click they got no love for

Themselves so they live'n sick for centuries they be fill'n

Penitenturies it's plain to see were our worst enemy the

Smartest most talented of the raza its all better than doin time

For a fuck'n thranza geniouses all die'n meaningless cause they

Can't find a way to break free from this needles to say the

Gangsta that i speak of, g love, is lay'n in a grave that he dug

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