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the lost
I wonder...
how will I ever be in a life of better places,
the life of better tastes, the life of better faces?
I see the empty of a lost soul taking the lost road,
as time rolls by, we all know we be growing old.
I pray to god to help us change,
like traffic, we get stuck in a way we behave.
I couldn't bother, but they're still my brothers
who studders while they slanged,
caughted up cuz they couldn't hang.
There's so much death that we missed,
so much good ol' memories that we reminice.
I remember a lil homie who committed a sucide,
who've been victimized by a bully on the website.
these lost made the world feel hopeless,
but the truth is, we need to build each other up to stay focus.
There's no sense of wanting freedom, as we know,
we are the ones being enslaved by material goal.
So, whatever it is that we struggle,
we gotta let it go....
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