this place, that I'm in
got my face in a spin
I make my own fate but it's tasting of gin
I wanna feel better, never know where to begin
weather calls for sweater, in this sweater I will swim
good men, die young, but I will be around a while
my town gives frowns for every sounds I compile
gave my heart from the start, getting harder to smile
now I'm farthest from a child and I been starving for a while
the hunger for fame, every summer is the same
they look at me dumber, while they muttering my name
they try and cover up, get to stuttering in vein
I waited for a love, but a lover never came
girls yell faggot, ugly, useless
my heart yells back that my practice aint fruitless
keep on coming back to that rappin music
laughing till the magic happens, deuces
if you know me, then relax
I know my homies front and back
but if you love me cuz of cash, not because my past
they used to judge me while they laugh, I was nothing but a sap
now this place is full of faces and they paying me to rap
what you say about that, Mr mastermind
scribbling on paper just to pass the time
I was that kid in the class that you sat behind
and this is why our paths our blind. The Lost

You gotta get down if you wanna live it up
lost in the sound, visions are corrupt
rocking the crown listen to your heart pound
get lost to be found when your liven ain't enough
Live your Life Like like black and white
keep the homies tight, in Paradise
write the history in your own land
A Castaway's story began

I lost everything I had to find what I love
a job with some cash, I was on my grind in the cut
broke my foot, cuz I had my mind on a crush
those times were tough but now I rhyme and puff
I get dimes and fuck, I line them up
but I ain't got time to love, I was kind enough
I've lied and bluffed it's all kind of fuck
I've lost my touch, I'm lost and stuck

You gotta get down if you wanna live it up
lost in the sound, visions are corrupt
rocking the crown listen to your heart pound
get lost to be found when your liven ain't enough
Live your Life Like like black and white
keep the homies tight, in Paradise
write the history in your own land
A Castaway's story began

If you think you ain't lost? well where the hell you goin?
do you sing? you the boss? or that felon that was stolen
his soul was taken from his home never knowing
if he'd make it when his nose got to blowin
that you? not yet? yo, the good die young
you ain't dead yet, ain't looking good son
it's me you forget, not the songs that I sung
go along have fun till wrongs been done
my mom was the one that would ponder a ton
bout her blonde haired son, that was stronger then some
could she conjure up the funds, no father to hug
responsible son and there's a lot that I done
no one is perfect, but never worthless
that's what you learn when you have heard the surface
not seen it judged it saw money in there purses
but you talked and were funny and learned I'm Gerdes

You gotta get down if you wanna live it up
lost in the sound, visions are corrupt
rocking the crown listen to your heart pound
get lost to be found when your liven ain't enough
Live your Life Like like black and white
keep the homies tight, in Paradise
write the history in your own land
A Castaway's story began

lose yourself, whatever you do
you're a troop in hell, and I'm a veteran to
tie the noose yourself, I'm not better then you
because whatever you choose to commit forever into
you better really go and get taught from your wrongs
the weathers getting chilly, never hot for to long
You never really know what you got till it's gone
That's how it really goes, The lost epilogue

You gotta get down if you wanna live it up
lost in the sound, visions are corrupt
rocking the crown listen to your heart pound
get lost to be found when your liven ain't enough
Live your Life Like like black and white
keep the homies tight, in Paradise
write the history in your own land
A Castaway's story began