Lost Child - Ryan Cali, Ryan

I’m a

Lost child, as a problem I was profiled

Couldn’t sit still, I was to wild, no style

Chased by dark clouds, not knowing they around

I was different, had the fire in me I couldn’t resist it

Music just got me lifted, my folks supported that

Thinking bout if my mom ever wished her daughter back

Think I’m over that, I see the sparkle in her eyes

Right when she looks at me saying your minds wise

Likewise, it runs in the family

Some over seas but I know they be there for me

Carefully I’m choosing my destiny, take the best of me

Get it of my chest you see I got the recipe

And they just stressing me when I’m searching for a purpose

Killing my mind, creativity, I call em murders

They riding on them elephants, what a motherfucking circus

I can’t help it man this world’s just gets me so fucking nervous

Hurting, hurting

I’m hurting

Worrying, worrying

I’m worrying

Working, working

But I’m working

Working

No twerking

No

Picture a world without guns

In a time where we teach more knowledge to our sons

Strive for our daughters, ideas, I got tons

Information I be soaking it up just like a sponge

Motivation is my brunch, understanding is my lunch

And for dinner Is patience for all the evil I’m facing

Fingerprints they be chasing, open minded my occupation

Is taking that evil to something amazing, conversations

Creating, leading to the overtaking of broken nations

History in the making but not that phony baloney

Misleading a homie, you ain’t telling the story

You just taking that glory, we keep forgetting like dory

We got mental issues and damn I miss you

I was tempted to kiss you, my girl from heaven

I always be with you, never forget you, memories I stick to

Music I kick to just to deal with this fucking pickle

Hurting, hurting

I’m hurting

Worrying, worrying

I’m worrying

Working, working

But I’m working

Working

No twerking

No

Irritated, weird thoughts related

I’m mad, I’m psycho, I’m fucked up you name it

I can’t explain it neither can I even demonstrated

Affiliated with the whistleblowers

Cause if I ever get some information like that

I’m a let you know it cause They know it

Media just don’t focus on the important

Brain damaged like Eminem said it

Tell me why we came of course

Cause back then we had it, we back at it

Fake numbers make it hard to do the mathematics

Fake records make it hard for real rap addicts

Paramedics, we need some paramedics

They got some scary methods, we need to bury bastards

I got them clever tactics, It don’t matter how drastic

I’m not asking, I smash it, I got classics, been rapping

Since back then in football practice, I have mastered

The school classes but still lost, walking backwards

Hurting, hurting

I’m hurting

Worrying, worrying

I’m worrying

Working, working

But I’m working

Working

No twerking

No