Lupe Fiasco - Lost Generation lyrics

[Intro] (I wish we could stay to see what happens) We have to let them find their way, but we will create again [Hook: Big KRIT] Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a pro back 'til it snap She lives in my lap, eager to give up her snatch Still on the prowl for my match The milk and the honey, it's all about the love of the money Space age pimp was adept, that's after the fact Land and I make contact, destroy if they give their bomb back Prepare for combat, peace and love still beyond that Share the win with my comrades, that's actual fact Odd, but they actually lack at the peak of impact Where the soul and mind is attached Stars will align on the map, my plan of attack For the lost generation [Verse 1: Big KRIT] This ain't meant to be preached on This here meant to be teached on I know that you ain't got much time I promise this rhyme won't take long You need it in your life like you need a better job Like you need another hobby Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard Until the police holla copy, freeze I know how it get when you ain't got sh** to flush And them balloons you bought getting bust Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so You don't know who to trust On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz Dreaming about the backseat But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pa** by you That's if you ask me So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em I hope you never crash on 'em What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine My mama hanging over me crying Cause my soul is too young to let go of me I'm saying what I gotta Cause the club songs ain't saving my partner [Hook] [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco + (Big KRIT)] n***a, we ain't lost This the b**h I'm a boss generation (For the lost generation) n***a, we ain't lost This is xans got me nodding off generation (For the lost generation) n***a, we ain't lost This the puttin' candy in my cough generation (For the lost generation) n***a, we ain't lost You can find me jumping off the porch generation (For the lost generation) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] For that, KRIT, let's k** these n***as You got sk**s to help build these k**ers (k**ers) Take the murder rate even higher (higher) And take a n***a b**h in the process Turn the whole thing into a contest My n***a f** this mic We should be f**ing with MIC Military industrial complex And we can get rich, n***a, f** showing love They ain't listening to us They ain't playing this b**h in the club So let's get paid, turn these motherf**ers into slaves School is for lames, man, these n***as join gangs f** Martin Luther King, n***a, f** change f** peace, I want a chain With Jesus on the end of that b**h like BLAM! f** peace, I want a plane Fill that b**h with c**aine And make these b**hes move their booties And help these n***as make their movies Talk these n***as into their graves And talk these hoes out their coochies [Hook + Bridge]