Lost in It - Mr. J. Medeiros

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 coke

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 damn 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 sex 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 teething

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

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