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mr. j. medeiros – lost in it lyrics

rappers try to tell me their god or sell me their god
well the bellies full of air don’t care dear god
machiavelli on the air with a heli doing circles
cuz they’ll murk you for a glare down here dear god
got a hostile rapper selling me c0ke
out of reach from the truth in their recordings
got a gospel rapper selling me hope
out to preach to the youth in a pair of jordan’s
knowing d-mn well that they can’t afford ‘em
guess the poor can’t tell what they’re supporting
say, know your master ain’t no matter
little meth little s-x a little known fact
for the middle of the u.s. goes mad
for a symbol when it’s dressed in gold
ask, who can do all that and fill a dome after
and i ain’t talking bout these known rappers
wanna talk about caine or talk about cain
all the same when your cane is a crutch
they came for the hunt of the game the ones who are lamed
no shame when they aiming for lunch
they came for the bucks tryna get their fill robbing sons
maybe they came for the ducks phil robertson eh
maybe i’m explaining too much
entertaining is such a thin line
you will find i’m on both sides of the sand
try to throw a stone my man
now try again with a hole inside both hands
said a mind and soul is two fold
like the hands i hold i do fold
i could fan the flames or be that flame to a fan
in a world that’s too cold
and i’m lost in it

and i still feel the same for the power that built me
even when his followers guilt me
found spring in a flower so filthy
heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me
still feel the same for the power that built me
even when his followers guilt me
found spring in a flower so filthy
heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me

call ‘em all leaders call ‘em all leaders
cus they got the followers and they got the speakers
and play to the bottom yeah we are bottom feeders
in the garden of eden where they draw on our weakness
in the dark of the evening where they draw out a heater
say give me your wallet say give me your secrets
gotta give’em your all when they know you’re a believer
it’s a call and response thing and you’re a repeater
saying i got the t-shirt and i got to meet’em
but their not in the meetings where they plot how to seed them
thoughts that’ll herd them, thoughts that’ll bread them
got you caught in their words with the thought that i need’em
but i can’t talk not yet cus i’m t–thing
and i can’t walk not yet cus i’m leaning
and i can’t hear not yet cus i’m screaming
and i can’t feed not yet cus i’m weaning
and i can’t see not yet cus i’m needing
time to adjust these lenses to see them
the loss of friends may be the cost of my freedom
the loss of ends may be the cost of my meaning
and i’m lost in it

- mr j medeiros lyrics

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