SPM - Land of the Lost Lyrics

He was the son of a dope manWhat he saw is what he learnedHe left school, now it's finally his turnTo rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chillCuz deep in his heart he knows that God is realMomma still tries to open his eyesCuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies.His father's doin 25 to lifeCuz the love of money cuts like a knifeBlinding lightsHe doesn't know which way to goHis best friend just got killed 2 days agoHe writes his dad the first letter that he ever wroteA little note about how bad his heart was brokeBefore the mail could even reach his jail cellThe boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel.Sellin wholesale just like his pops taught himRock bottom.A motherfuckin cop shot himWe always will remember youWe always will have love for youA taste of wine, and now you're goneYou found the light in the Land of the LostThey met when they was teenagersAround the 10th gradeShe fell in love,And now he wants to get paidHe convinced her to work at the butt nakedAnd everything she made dancinHe would take itShe got her fake I.D, and her club licenseA second life, that she had to live in silenceAt 17, she got the strength to finally leave himThat's when she met the demon.It was a cold murderHe made sure that he really hurt herOver dumb shit, but he had to take it furtherCircumstances that led to last dancesShe hit the canvas, now she at St. Frances6 o clock services, feel the nervousnessOf havin to look at dead perfectnessI'm smokin roaches burnin the shit out my fingersRememberin the words of the church choir singersWe always will remember youWe always will have love for youA taste of wine, and now you're goneYou found the light in the Land of the LostAnother Mexican gangbanger, set trippaWig splitta, a trigga happy ditch diggaItchy finger quick to blast upon a rivalVida Loca, another word for suicidalSame color of skin, but different colored ragsBrowns puttin Browns up in bodybags.Every 2 or 3 streets, it's a different cliqueThey got no love for themselves, so they livin sick.For centuries we've been fillin penitentiariesIt's plain to see, we're our worst enemiesThe smartest, most talented of the RazaAre all dead or doin time for a fuckin tranzaGeniuses all dyin meaninglessCuz we can't find a way to break free from thisNeedless to say, the gangsta that I speak of,G Love, is layin in the grave that he dug.We always will remember youWe always will have love for youA taste of wine, and now you're goneYou found the light in the Land of the Lost