Land of the Lost

First Verse:<br><br>Many muthafuckas didn`t make it,<br>Other niggas locced up cuz they couldn`t take it,<br>The ghetto got it`s claws in my back tryin` to keep a nigga down,<br>I`m cryin` out for help, but help ain`t nowhere to be found,<br>So what can I do?<br>Pursue other avenues to get revenues,<br>Tryin` not to be the next boy on the Channel 3 ten o` clock news,<br>Facin` interrogation, fuck an explaination,<br>It`s time for declarations with exclaimations,<br>I`m sick and tired of muthafuckas in my business,<br>All up in my mix like sugary Kool-Aid worried about who I paid,<br>And who I didn`t, I`m tired of spittin` happy raps, <br>I`m ready for representin`,<br>My fifty collar clips spit happy caps,<br>It`s gettin` hard to be a G, P.D. wanna see me rot<br>In the penetenairy doin` centuries OH MY GOD!<br>What do I do? Where can I go? What can I say?<br>I`m in the Land, of the Lost, with no escape<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Stuck in a whirlpool gettin` drug down,<br>We was four deep but I`m the only one now,<br>How long will I last before I fall off?<br>Runnin`, for my life, in the land of the lost<br>Stuck in a whirlpool gettin` drug down,<br>We was four deep but I`m the only one now,<br>How long will I last before I fall off?<br>Runnin`, for my life, in the land of the lost<br><br>Second Verse:<br><br>Christmas missed us again,<br>Poppa robbed 7-11 so now he sittin` in the pen,<br>Ain`t no presents up under the tree for me,<br>No toys to enjoy, cuz Mama`s unemployed,<br>Your boy had to face reality at an early age,<br>StepDad beatin` on Mama cuz he had a bad day<br>The drama was thicker than Hill Street Blues,<br>Wanted to get a .22 and buck him, so you can see it on the news<br>Now my shoes was holey, pants was old,<br>Birthdays was fucked up, all I got was clothes,<br>A lil` Bebe kid, young Pro-Wing sporter boy,<br>Wearin` turtlenecks, and thick-ass corderouys,<br>Never got along in Junior High, got bagged on, beat down,<br>Hoes laughed at me,<br>But I tried to be cool, I tried to fit in,<br>But then I said "Fuck it!" <br>and started comin` to school with a Mack-10,<br>Got a nigga for his Nikes and his Starter coat,<br>I got another for his bike, got another for his loccs,<br>Robbed the same 7-11 as Poppa,<br>I went and bought a coat down, and some khaki suits, now I`m proper,<br>Blocc ah-, filliated at only fourteen,<br>I`m doin` what I want and can`t nobody say a thing,<br>And it seems like I`m out of control,<br>I don`t know where I`m headed, the Land of the Lost got my soul<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Third Verse:<br><br>My Mama said there would be days like these,<br>The Ghetto on my back beatin` me down to my knees,<br>Disease, infected,<br>Children, neglected,<br>Everywhere I look, I don`t see nothin` but crooks,<br>I rejected, the knowledge that my Mama tried to give,<br>I told her "It`s my life and I`m the one that`s gotta live",<br>Mistaken prone, thinkin` I`m grown, doin` whatever I wanna,<br>Nigga`s on his own, all alone, no one in my corner,<br>I got a job at Dairy Queen servin` double burgers,<br>Moonlightin` as a Bloccer servin` double murders,<br>My first check was only fifty bucks,<br>So fuck Dairy Queen, I got back on my the scene,<br>And stacked some real green,<br>But opportunies is limited, it`s either sell drugs or fast food,<br>And you know which one I choose,<br>Cuz it`s win, lose, or draw, in sickness, in health<br>It`s [1.5 second pause] represent the turf,<br>Cuz don`t nobody else give a fuck,<br>The only love I ever felt, came from the homies and myself,<br>I want wealth, and power, no matter what the cost,<br>That`s all that`s on my mind, in the Land, of the Lost<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Stuck in the whirlpool....