Land of the Lost

He was the son of a dope man What he saw was what he learned He left school now it's finally his turn To rob and steal but he feels he needs to stop and chill Cause deep in his heart he knows that god is real Momma still trys to open his eyes, Cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies His father's doing 25 til life cause the love of money cuts like a knife, Blinding lights he doesn't know which way to go His bestfriend just got killed 2 days ago He writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote A little note about how bad his little heart was broke Before the mail could even reach his jail cell The boy was murdered at a neiborhood hotel Selling [?] just like his pop taught em Rock bottom a muthafucking cop shot em {} They met when was teenagers around the 10th grade She fell in love and now he wants to get paid He convinced her to work at the butt naked And everything she would make dancing, he would take it, She got a fake ID and her club license A second life that she had to live in silence At 17 she finally got the strength to leave him That's when she met the demon It was a cold murder he made sure that he really hurt Her over dumb shit but he had to take it futher Curcumstances that lead to last dances she hit the canvas Now she at St.Fransis, six o'clock services Feel the nervousness of having to look at dead [?] Im smoking roaches burnin the shit outta my fingers Remembering the words of the church choir singers {} Another mexican gang banger Set tripa wig spilta a trigga happy ditch digga Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival Vida loca another word for suicidal Same color of skin but different of rags Browns putting browns up in body bags Every two or three different streets is a different click They got no love for themselves so they live in sick For centuries we've been fillin penitentries It's plain to see we're our worst enimes The smartest, most talented of the raza is all dead doing time for a fucking tranza, Geniuses all dying meaningless Cause they can't find a way to break free from this Needless to say, the gangster that i speak of G-Love Is laying in the grave that he dug {} END