George "Spanky" McCurdy - Lost in It lyrics

Rappers try to tell me their god or sell me their god Well the bellies full of air don't care dear God Machiavelli on the air with a heli doing circles Cuz they'll murk you for a glare down here dear God Got a hostile rapper selling me coke Out of reach from the truth in their recordings Got a Gospel rapper selling me hope Out to preach to the youth in a pair of Jordan's Knowing damn well that they can't afford ‘em Guess the poor can't tell what they're supporting Say, know your master ain't no matter Little meth little s** a little known fact For the middle of the U.S. goes mad For a symbol when it's dressed in gold Ask, who can do all that and fill a dome after And I ain't talking bout these known rappers Wanna talk about caine or talk about Cain All the same when your cane is a crutch They came for the hunt of the game the ones who are lamed No shame when they aiming for lunch They came for the bucks tryna get their fill robbing sons Maybe they came for the ducks Phil Robertson eh Maybe I'm explaining too much Entertaining is such a thin line You will find I'm on both sides of the sand Try to throw a stone my man Now try again with a hole inside both hands Said a mind and soul is two fold Like the hands I hold I do fold I could fan the flames or be that flame to a fan In a world that's too cold And I'm lost in it And I still feel the same for the power that built me Even when His followers guilt me Found spring in a flower so filthy Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me Still feel the same for the power that built me Even when His followers guilt me Found spring in a flower so filthy Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me Call ‘em all leaders call ‘em all leaders Cus they got the followers and they got the speakers And play to the bottom yeah we are bottom feeders In the garden of Eden where they draw on our weakness In the dark of the evening where they draw out a heater Say give me your wallet say give me your secrets Gotta give'em your all when they know you're a believer It's a call and response thing and you're a repeater Saying I got the t-shirt and I got to meet'em But their not in the meetings where they plot how to seed them Thoughts that'll herd them, thoughts that'll bread them Got you caught in their words with the thought that I need'em But I can't talk not yet cus I'm teething And I can't walk not yet cus I'm leaning And I can't hear not yet cus I'm screaming And I can't feed not yet cus I'm weaning And I can't see not yet cus I'm needing Time to adjust these lenses to see them The loss of friends may be the cost of my freedom The loss of ends may be the cost of my meaning And I'm lost in it And I still feel the same for the power that built me Even when His followers guilt me Found spring in a flower so filthy Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me Still feel the same for the power that built me Even when His followers guilt me Found spring in a flower so filthy Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me