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chapter end - m.k. the lost boy lyrics

[intro]
this food for thought and some food for heart

[verse 1]
i be twenty-one sipping liquor should be fun
but its really chasing my problems when i’m too slow to run
i can’t fight it, it goes against my nature
i can only voice my pain with a mic some pens and paper
a beat maybe i can flow it a capella
a prisoner of my mind
is running through lines
like alabama
but he pace himself never let them know his weakness
cause the meaning behind his lyrics shouldn’t be deciphered up on g*nius
uh, this ain’t an outro its really just another song
encapsulating effort that i use to bring listeners along
for journeys deep into my heart and soul
cause wearing and selling gold ain’t always the goal

[bridge]
its safe to say my integrity ain’t sold
cause wearing and selling gold ain’t always the goal
its jut y’all bodies but i’m shining from the soul
cause wearing and selling gold ain’t always the goal

{verse 2]
i take y’all back to my dads white pontiac
as he was b-mping some reggae when we wanted to hear some rap
its what we heard on the block coming from the trap
that was the house on the corner mama said stay away from that
and stay outta trouble but we was trouble makers
always getting into rumbles cause for a challenge we takers
so don’t disrespect the kin
or we’ll uppercut ya chin harder than ryu and ken
yeah we was some street fighters
until the b-tch came out ’em and they started packing lighters
can’t take an -ss whoopin’ so they fire
but we was adept at dodging bullets that’s how you got this dope writer

[verse 3]
now i can p-ss it to my bros
to rock it easily or i can stunt out on these hoes
make a clever rhyme that could be dissing all my foes
and still have the audacity to emphasize my flows
but i think i got off topic
cause the more i dumb it down the more i blast off like team rocket
just try to be complex while still hanging in the pocket
then i put my cool on and figured i should stop it
tried too hard to be unique and i came off unoriginal
tried to fit too many words into a little interval
always focused on the lyrics so my flow was never clinical
a bunch of borrowed styles not a true individual
then i started writing with reflection
and saw my lack of effort is the reason i had few receptions
realized i was the one who had the misconception
half -ss quality and good quant-ty was an exception

[verse 4]
trap house down the street, candy store the other way
where you choose to eat, is where yo morals lay
but a case you can’t beat, yo loyalty will sway
you can’t keep it g as a pig payday
the year of the rat is right after the boar
and g’s tend to clap what’s in front not what’s before
so think about that you not mr. shakur
you can not bounce back if you hit the ground floor
they creeping up the block best pay attention
every witness can get shot no split decisions
its unanimous this scene won’t be glamourous
for the fiends or the handlers this car is gonna do damages

- m k the lost boy lyrics

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