Jarren Benton - Lost Kings lyrics

[Hook – 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 [Verse 1 – Jarren Benton] You a b**h if you hating on this sh** I grew up off of Southernplayalisticadillacmusik The everyday bullsh** can make a n***a reclusive I give you all the exclusives, I’m twisting dope like a Rubik’s (yeah) cube, n***a 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 bu*ter soft, leather in the seats that I’m sinking Welcome to the mind of Mr. Benton the f** is these n***as sniffing? The verbal serial k**er just itching to stick this clip in n***as nothing different, same sh**, 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 [Hook] [Verse 2 – Jarren Benton] Yeah, ATLiens I told the pastor to pray for them Lost souls, communities broken, can’t find a way for them n***as 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 n***as like um What this n***a 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 a**ume the worse and we plant these feets in our cranium Damn that’s that same mindframe that k**ed Trayvon But we don’t think sh** bout the b**h when she selling Avon Wake up, something going on with my n***as We murder over dumb sh**, 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 increasing over bullsh** diseases Hunger and sh** 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 Malcom, when you wake from the matrix they want you dead