Lyrics Lost Child - Ryan Cali, Ryan

Lost Child

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