Mistah F.A.B. - Generation Lost Lyrics
Shaking my head at these games the media playPropaganda in this news they throw in our faceHow do you rate a reality if you can’t relateWhat do you say to a girl 13 who’s period’s lateWho was raped a former jail inmateThat was raped by her former cellmate, NateSent to prison hoping he would rehabilitateBut end up being worse than he was on his initial caseRap videos give visuals to these cold streetsCan’t blame Chief Keef for Chicago beefJust like you can’t blame ..and MAC or FABFor the movement in these Oakland streetsHopefully, I hope to seeThe next generation take notes from me‘Cause man I came from the bottomI’m talking where the roaches sleepTo where I am right nowThat’s hope to be(Uh)Hook:This generation lostThis generation lostThis generation, generation, generation lostThis generation lostThis generation lostThis generation, generation, generation lostI’m tryini to do right but wrong so easyTryini do right but wrong so easyTryin’ do right but wrong so easyLie so much, when I’m right she don’t believe meIn 70s it was hell when there was smackIn the 80s it was free base and crackIn the 90s it was pills by the packNow in 2012 look where Molly got us atIt’s a generation lostNo identity or religionNo respect for authorityNo fear for death or prisonThey’ll kill you for some Jordans then forced to wear sandals while in prisonNot religious, not at all, but thanking god for True ReligionsSee fashion expressThe death of their successTrue religions and some Jordans mean that ni**a truly blessedWithout it causing stressNicotine causes stressCoedine on the breathHeart attack that caused death21 years oldDied from cardiac arrestCan’t donate his organs ’cause them organs is a messDoctors said 47 owners age they’d guessThen they found out he was 21 and said “god bless”[Hook:]Last night I cried dreaming of my motherWoke up with tear spots all over my coversI hear voices when I sleep and I’m in solitudeI got a letter from my brother, he in SoledadJust found out that he is not the deadSome real life mawry sh*t, man that’s so sadThat’s not his fault, it’s just the action of these scandalous womenPursuing positivity but trouble avoiding sinningPraying to god with no avail the way I’m livingMy best friend in a cell in America’s hardest prisonI tried to give his daughter visionBut that’s hard too ’cause man, her father missingAnd my father missingYeah my daddy goneSo I told her, heaven, you are not aloneWe be going through it allAnd I be tripping looking at pictures of mama on the wallAnd that sh*t just be feeling awkward to me‘Cause she be staring and I be staringIt’s like she talking to meAnd I hear voices in my headAnd it can’t be true because my mama deadAnd my daddy deadAnd my granny deadAnd Milly deadIs he really dead?Are we really alive?This shit is just what’s going on inside my mindDamnJust trying to bring some type of positivitySo hard with all that negative stuff going onNo matter whatJust gotta keep livingGotta keep pushing
