Shyheim
The Lost Generation
Dear God
[Shyheim]
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I'm buggin out in this world that you made G
Homicide, rapes and robberies
When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me
I'm the prime suspect in the projects
I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so I got this attitude
In my lab never food my man, this is crazy rude
Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that I'm a sinner, but go ahead help me out nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A high school drop out, and my G.E.D. won't get me no job
My family be callin me a loser
Moms she's a user, got me livin life with no future
The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
Bump and grindin, besides that I feel like dyin
Word to my peoples in the essence, I send my blessings
I know you gone, but it might be for the best
Cause life is full of stress and the projects you won't progress
God, fuck the world, it's a mess
[June Luva]
Chorus:
Dear God, as I look into the sky
I pray to you and I wonder why
I wonder why things be the way they are
So until then I pray for better days tomorrow
[Shyheim]
I'm in another world lookin from the outside in
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass
The world can kiss my ass, I'm starin at the hour glass
Every day lived is a step towards death
It's not til you're dead that your body's at rest
A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
This song'll be my dedication
Unto the Two Cent S, my cousin Duana, and Case
Rest in peace no one can ever take your place
The pain is eternal
No one to turn to when I sit and think about you
No longer in the physical, dealin with your spiritual essence
You're gone but we still feel your presence
Nothin can bring you back black
Still and all it's just a fact that you gone
To ever stacks on the part, a dagger in the heart
For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with
Another family hit
Crawlin in a endless pit of sorrow
No one's promised tomorrow
Chorus (2x)
[Shyheim (Pop The Brown Hornet)]
(It seems like the good times versus the bad times)
Yo I barely go to school cause crime be on my mind
Fuck local hits to leakers that's all in the past
And I'm livin for the future gotta make the great cash
(Slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
If you move too fast I might be going to your wake)
True indeed, but I got mouths to feed
Members of my family upstate in need for commisary
And if you stressin me, gettin the best of me
So it seems like life is my worst enemy
(Don't let it get to you Shy, life is what you make it
You can't escape it, play it like a bitch and just take it)
Hell no cause when I'm goin, I'm goin out in style
With two macs going to war with the other side of town
Ain't nuttin sweet about me, Pop let them niggaz know
I'm countin blood money, cause I'm a thug honey
I use the world as my zoo, I ain't no fuckin dummy
I'm street smart, I tear a college grad apart
(I gets amped when I think about the slave camps
I feel the pain, use a Tech-9 to brake away the chain)
Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aiiight
Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right
(Don't sweat it, just play the game of life at your best
Life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress
Shy fuck the world it's a mess)
Yeah aiiight
Chorus (2x)
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