Jordeaux - The Lost Ones lyrics

[Verse:] It's the cold spirited lyricist Dummies in the game no ventriloquist Illiterates, my mind they can't read All you trash talkin' haters you can swallow listerine Still got Jordeaux beats to turn to smithereens With a dream that I'll put on for my area Motives of a young black male in America Breakin' all barriers, breakin' y'all with lyrics Coming stocked with more bars than your wireless carrier From the 413 causin' ma** hysteria All puns intended, no limits to where I can go before I finish And instrumentals I eat 'em for dinner for my replenishment Was born on the same date that Pac died, the day that BIG dropped his first album, is that a sign or coincidence? Where's the competition? I'm against a bunch of simpletons Hungry like I practice the Ramadan When I get my rhymin' on I'm causing phenomenons My homie's in the grave so I been holding on, tryna get my head right Took time off of school cause I had to get my bread right I'm tryna keep the drive makin' sure it's kept alive But I notice where I from they'd rather see you at a red light I can already hear 'em declaring to me I'm buggin' When they hear me say I fear for the era I'm coming up in The lost generation, they hardly speak up Through these bars I only hope to provide motivation [Hook:] This is that inspiration, they more imitation We need navigation for this lost generation Lost information, lost innovation We often mistaken, we lost in the mayhem See this that inspiration, they more imitation We need navigation for this lost generation Lost information, lost innovation We often mistaken, we lost in the mayhem [Bridge:] Tryna find my way in a lost generation Yeah, I been comin' up livin' in a lost generation Yeah, lost generation [Verse:] Social media is depleting our social sk**s A generation thinkin' reality shows are real Virginities gettin taken at an earlier age Peer pressure causin' earlier graves I hardly listen to the radio because my favorite music rarely plays See these the things you're thinking but don't ever care to say Imagine a generation where fashion is more respected than pa**ion It's such a challenge to make it even with talent Generation Y, it's like the only way we know to stimulate the mind Is to incinerate in rides till we penetrate the sky Superficial minds, it's about who could run a ball or Who could spit a rhyme Brothas gettin' ga**ed up but somehow been losing drive The game is phony but I still been seeing through the lies So I'll write a composition then record it to provide A little navigation for a lost generation [Hook:]