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See we're lost in the scope of things A lost generation, a couple hopeless beings With no care, what's to care for? We're all werewolves eating up the nightlife 'Cause life's unfair to All of us, 'cept when the dollar come Wanna spring like the time before the summer come Nothin' defines us but pints of liquor And drunk pictures Anything to make the sun go down quicker The moon's my sun My home 'till the movers come So come celebrate our pointless run In this history of ours Their history is lies Let's burn it down, f*ck it if our history dies Let's start over, f*ck it if religion exists 'Cause then we'd stop fightin' over all the stupidest shit And the truth is, man, you are what your mom was How 'bout you are what you are, son Talkin' 'bout My God, this world it's so cold to me We're high where the lows should be Hopefully, we find where our hope could be It's in I, my fate is mine And I'm lost, but to me it's found What makes me, is it the pointless war? A shot that's poured to ignore the fact I'm alone Should I join the corp 'cause I don't got a desk job? If my success stop, join what I'm a pest of? Nah, rather be lost then a cost of A war that's possibly fixed so my boss Gets money from the loss of my life when I fought 'Cause I'm not a motherf*ckin' soul to be bought Should I, chase the dream that America's deemed as ours With a white picket fence, wife, 2-door garage Why? So I can lie and say I'm alright With a life prescribed to quench my thirst for purpose? My work on earth isn't about materialism About your wallet or what's in your f*ckin' purse or isn't It's about now and what now is Not the minute nor the day nor the hour My God, this world it's so cold to me We're high where the lows should be Hopefully, we find where our hope could be It's in I, my fate is mine And I'm lost, but to me it's found I may be lost but it's better than bein' led Into a grown mold like a plant in a chia pet We're led by blind men Straight to confinement Without prison walls, I use bars to define it And expose, what's already there and imposed 'Cept I use metaphors, poems and prose Some use bombs and napalm set to explode Either way, there's a motherf*ckin' truth to uphold And they're watchin' all of us, lost in our youth We're used to accept their f*ckin' views in school And we're molded, from our generation to the oldest Into comatosis by those who oppose us The other night I dreamt I fought behind a bike rack Hung by my toes [be]cause I write raps Then they asked me, we're the law, why you test us? And I said, "Bitch, 'cause I'm young and I'm restless", talkin' bout My God, this world it's so cold to me We're high where the lows should be Hopefully, we find where our hope could be It's in I, my fate is mine And I'm lost, but to me it's found
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