so lost in you So lost in your smile I'm so lost in you Can't breathe without you I'm so lost in you So lost in you So lost in you Did you ever care
you're livin it Street corner kids growin up blowin up You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights But in the end your soul's lost, you lost
you? (asked you) Where would you go if could never go home? (go home) What would you say if they never even asked you? (asked you) Where would you go
to share Always abused and struggling for life But here in this place there's nothing to hide Rain, rain, rain Lost soul in a lost horizon Rain, rain
hell-ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul Put whiskey in your soda or vodka Chop you with a
club shoot beams and walk, Lookin' for fiends sellin' souls to the cops red, Died in his shirt hurt, silence is proved dead I'm a soul to the block nigga
. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess
So let it out Don't just get lost in the crowd No one can deter you from your own death There's no trip too remote from which you can't come back And
you're livin' it Street corner kids growin' up blowin' up You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights But in the end your soul's lost, you lost
It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
"they got me so uptight" --> unknown singer [chorus 1: hell razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto
cellar Watch hell ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul Put whiskey in your soda or vodka Chop you
You were just twenty years old When you were run down by a car We were all deeply filled with sadness When we were told of your death You always were
got problems with you being yourself But when you front and use the N word, it just don't help I might not trip and your friends'll laugh at you But
that makes ya mind craze and you thinkin who's above you but I get up, I don't stay down I got lot of shit to climb, get with the time You shit on me?
on this dusty road just to find another lost dead end Whiskey fueled on another load On this trip there aint no time for games Kick one back if you cant
could you truly believe That by giving you can save your soul Could you be so naive You heal the sick, you raise the dead You blind the congregation