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Land Of The Lost
作詞：Carlos Coy
He was the son of a dope man
What he saw was what 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 mama still tries to open his eyes
'Cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies
His father's doin' 25 to life
'Cause the love of money cuts like the knife
Blinding lights he doesn't know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two days ago
He writes his dad the first letter that he ever wrote
A little note about how bad his heart was broke
Before the mail could even reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel
Sell'n wholesale just like his pop taught him
Rock bottom a muthafuckn' cop shot him
We always will
(We always)
Remember you
(Remember)
We always will
(We always)
Have love for you
(Love for)
A taste of life
And now your gone
(Moaning)
You found a life
In the land of the lost
They met when they was teenagers around the tenth grade
She fell in love and now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work at the butt naked
And everything she made dancing
He would take it she got a fake ID
And a club license a second life
That she had to live in silence
At 17 she got the strength to finally leave him
That's when she met the demon
It was a cold murder he made sure
That he realy hurt her over dumb shit
But he had to take it further circumstances
That lead to last dances she hit the canvas
Now she at Saint Frances 6:00 services
Feel the nervousness of have'n to look at death perfectless
I'm smok'n' roaches burn'n' the shit out
My fingers remembr'n' the words of the church choir singers
We always will
(We always)
Remember you
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(Remember)
We always will
(We always)
Have love for you
(Love for)
A taste of life
And now your gone
(Moaning)
You found a life
In the land of the lost
Another Mexican gang banger said
Tripper wig splitter a trigger happy ditch digger
Itchy finger puts a glass apon a rival vida loca
Another word for suicidal same color of skin
But different color rags browns putt'n'
Browns up in body bags every two or three streets
Is a different click they got no love for themselves
So they live'n' sick for centuries, they be fill'n' penitenturies
It's plain to see we're our worst enemy
The smartest most talented of the Raza
It's all better than doin' time for a fuck'n' thranza
Geniouses all die'n' meaningless
'Cause they can't find a way to break free from this
Needles to say the gangsta that I speak of
G love is lay'n' in a grave that he dug
We always will
(We always)
Remember you
(Remember)
We always will
(We always)
Have love for you
(Love for)
A taste of life
And now your gone
(Moaning)
You found a life
In the land of the lost
We always will
(We always)
Remember you
(Remember)
We always will
(We always)
Have love for you
(Love for)
A taste of life
And now your gone
(Moaning)
You found a life
In the land of the lost
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