Land of the Lost Lyrics

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Land of the Lost Lyrics

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First Verse:



Many muthafuckas didn't make it,

Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn't take it,

The ghetto got it's claws in my back tryin' to keep a nigga down,

I'm cryin' out for help, but help ain't nowhere to be found,

So what can I do?

Pursue other avenues to get revenues,

Tryin' not to be the next boy on the Channel 3 ten o' clock news,

Facin' interrogation, fuck an explaination,

It's time for declarations with exclaimations,

I'm sick and tired of muthafuckas in my business,

All up in my mix like sugary Kool-Aid worried about who I paid,

And who I didn't, I'm tired of spittin' happy raps,

I'm ready for representin',

My fifty collar clips spit happy caps,

It's gettin' hard to be a G, P.D. wanna see me rot

In the penetenairy doin' centuries OH MY GOD!

What do I do?Where can I go?What can I say?

I'm in the Land, of the Lost, with no escape



Chorus:



Stuck in a whirlpool gettin' drug down,

We was four deep but I'm the only one now,

How long will I last before I fall off?

Runnin', for my life, in the land of the lost

Stuck in a whirlpool gettin' drug down,

We was four deep but I'm the only one now,

How long will I last before I fall off?

Runnin', for my life, in the land of the lost



Second Verse:



Christmas missed us again,

Poppa robbed 7-11 so now he sittin' in the pen,

Ain't no presents up under the tree for me,

No toys to enjoy, cuz Mama's unemployed,

Your boy had to face reality at an early age,

StepDad beatin' on Mama cuz he had a bad day

The drama was thicker than Hill Street Blues,

Wanted to get a .22 and buck him, so you can see it on the news

Now my shoes was holey, pants was old,

Birthdays was fucked up, all I got was clothes,

A lil' Bebe kid, young Pro-Wing sporter boy,

Wearin' turtlenecks, and thick-ass corderouys,

Never got along in Junior High, got bagged on, beat down,

Hoes laughed at me,

But I tried to be cool, I tried to fit in,

But then I said "Fuck it!"

and started comin' to school with a Mack-10,

Got a nigga for his Nikes and his Starter coat,

I got another for his bike, got another for his loccs,

Robbed the same 7-11 as Poppa,

I went and bought a coat down, and some khaki suits, now I'm proper,

Blocc ah-, filliated at only fourteen,

I'm doin' what I want and can't nobody say a thing,

And it seems like I'm out of control,

I don't know where I'm headed, the Land of the Lost got my soul



Chorus



Third Verse:



My Mama said there would be days like these,

The Ghetto on my back beatin' me down to my knees,

Disease, infected,

Children, neglected,

Everywhere I look, I don't see nothin' but crooks,

I rejected, the knowledge that my Mama tried to give,

I told her "It's my life and I'm the one that's gotta live",

Mistaken prone, thinkin' I'm grown, doin' whatever I wanna,

Nigga's on his own, all alone, no one in my corner,

I got a job at Dairy Queen servin' double burgers,

Moonlightin' as a Bloccer servin' double murders,

My first check was only fifty bucks,

So fuck Dairy Queen, I got back on my the scene,

And stacked some real green,

But opportunies is limited, it's either sell drugs or fast food,

And you know which one I choose,

Cuz it's win, lose, or draw, in sickness, in health

It's [1.5 second pause] represent the turf,

Cuz don't nobody else give a fuck,

The only love I ever felt, came from the homies and myself,

I want wealth, and power, no matter what the cost,

That's all that's on my mind, in the Land, of the Lost



Chorus



Stuck in the whirlpool....