Land of the Lost

He was a son of a dope man
 What he saw is what he learned
 He left school, now it's finally his turn
 To rob & steal, but he feels he needs to stop & 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 a knife
 Blinding lights
 He doesn't know which way to go
 His best friend just got killed 2 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.
 Sellin' wholesale just like his pops taught him
 Rock bottom.
 A muthafuckin' cop shot him.
 Always.
 I won't forget.
 Always, baby.
 I love you.
 It went so fast.
 I still ask why.
 I miss you.
 We always will remember you
 We always will have love for you
 A taste of wine & now your gone
 You found the light in the Land of the Lost.
 They met when they was teenagers
 Around the 10th grade
 She fell in love
 & now he wants to get paid
 He convinced her to work at the ass naked
 & everything she made dancin'
 He would take it
 She got her fake I.D. & her 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 really hurt her
 Over dumb shit, but he had to take it further
 Circumstances that led to last dances
 She hit the canvas, now she at St. Frances
 6: 00 services, feel the nervousness
 Of havin' to look at dead perfectness
 I'm smokin' roaches burnin' the shit out my fingers
 Rememberin' the words of the church choir singers.
 Always.
 I won't forget.
 Always, baby.
 I love you.
 It went so fast.
 I still ask why.
 I miss you.
 We always will remember you
 We always will have love for you
 A taste of wine & now your gone
 You found the light in the Land of the Lost.
 Another Mexican gangbanger, set tripper
 Wig splitter, a trigger happy ditch digger
 Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
 Vida Loca, another word for suicidal
 Same color of skin, but different colored rags
 Browns puttin' Browns up in bodybags.
 Every 2 or 3 streets, it's a different clique
 They got no love for themselves, so they livin' sick.
 For centuries we've been fillin' penitentiaries
 It's plain to see, we're our worst enemies
 The smartest, most talented of the Raza
 Is all dead or doin' time for a fuckin' tranza
 Geniuses all dyin' meaningless
 'Cause they can't find a way to break free from this
 Needless to say, the gangsta that I speak of
 G Love, is layin' in the grave that he dug.
 Always.
 I won't forget.
 Always, baby.
 I love you.
 It went so fast.
 I still ask why.
 I miss you.
 We always will remember you
 We always will have love for you
 A taste of wine & now your gone
 You found the light in the Land of the Lost.
 We always will remember you
 We always will have love for you
 A taste of wine & now your gone
 You found the light in the Land of the Lost.