Lost

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This the genius Krizz Kaliko
Kali baby
And you're tuned in right now to my man Big Scoob
This is Dope Talk Vol 2
KC poet Camile let’s go
The streets educated me
And feends kept me emploied
This is not a game
And I am not your void
Play games with your kids
Cause this chopper is not a toy
A hardened heart
Is what my life gave me
I tell myself
Daddy didn't raise me
Written bills, I had to do daily
Moms couldn't do it so the birden fell on me
I had to put food on the table
And being a lifetime hustler made that capeable
Surving the streets made me able
I don’t give a fuck
About what you saying
If you didn't come to cop
Move the fuck out my way so I can surve your pops
I don't give a fuck about your family
Why should I?
When no one ever gave a fuck about me
Not even family
A little black boy lost in these Kanzis City streets
I'm not bound by chains
But my mind ain't free
God please show love to us niggas on the streets
Victoms of circumstance
I reached out my hand
But no one responded
Not even with a first chance
Instead they looked down on me
And labeled me a petty dope dealer from the hood
When I was only holding on to hope the best way that I could
Little black boy lost
Now a grown man lost
Caught up in the systom
Cause I was nothing but a common thug
A common criminal
Never even thought of as a victom
On my own 2 feet I had to stand
The streets turned this boy into a man
Lost by KC poet Camile
Dedicated to all my brothers and sisters out there struggling
To hold onto hope in these Kanzis City streets
This is for you