Lost Kings - Jarren Benton, Micah Freeman

Another day, another misfortune

I cannot afford to lose my place

Cause when I step outside I can feel it

We could be close to the end and I can’t help it

You a bitch if you hating on this shit

I grew up off of Southernplayalisticadillacmusik

The everyday bullshit can make a nigga reclusive

I give you all the exclusives, I’m twisting dope like a Rubik’s

(yeah) cube, nigga take a walk in my shoes

Come deal with my paranoia, I’m so scared I might lose

Sip a couple light brews that might lighten my mood

At least for my baby’s sake I pray I make the right moves

I feel like God with a murderous ink pen

About to put a couple hollow points in your ink skin

Rappers you fugazi, we can see that you pretend

Butter soft, leather in the seats that I’m sinking

Welcome to the mind of Mr. Benton

The fuck is these niggas sniffing?

The verbal serial killer just itching to stick this clip in

Niggas nothing different, same shit, different porcelain

Thank God we walked up out that abortion clinic

Old school Chevy, the windows tinted

Another homicide, 12 need more forensics

The fact is, pigs murdering black kids

And black kids murdering black kids

Ay where the value in that?

It’s like we don’t see no value in black

A fatherless habitat, moving vials of that crack

Another day, another misfortune

I cannot afford to lose my place

Cause when I step outside I can feel it

We could be close to the end and I can’t help it

Yeah, ATLiens

I told the pastor to pray for them

Lost souls, communities broken, can’t find a way for them

Niggas still waiting on God to sky dive

Like that’s our only hope to stop these drive-bys

Ain’t no action heroes, a bunch of misguided negros

We scared of our own so we sleep with guns under pillows

And ADT alarms, they don’t mean no harm

And I’m guilty of it too, I profile niggas like um

What this nigga up to?

Damn he lookin' shady

Is he casing my crib while I’m clutchin' on the 3.80?

Meanwhile he’s just tryna find the local gymnasium

We assume the worse and we plant these seeds in our cranium

Damn that’s that same mindframe that killed Trayvon

But we don’t think shit bout the bitch when she selling Avon

Wake up, something going on my niggas

We murder over dumb shit, still miss the big picture

Psychological damage planted in our genes

How’d we go to this when we used to be kings and queens

Meanwhile the African population decreasing over bullshit diseases

Hunger and shit that’s mean’less

That’s weird, the most hated and feared

Open your third eye, there’s something going on here

Slavery mind state still controlling most of y’all head

Ask Malcolm, when you wake from the matrix they want you dead