Trails of the Lost by E.B. Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Only do this get my family of the wage
IRS, keeping niggas deader on the page with them die, arrests
Scammers, crackers, bastards, what's your damn choice nigga
Only figured that this picture ain't complete
So, paint a new one, hoping the cops don't get to me
These thoughts gonna get to me, paranoid
I'm a stock broker, so when it drop, bodies and stocks go out the window
I'm still stuck in my own lack of sight
Knowing what the hell is right
In this goddamn height, here
Who is real and who is fake
It's the question that I make
It's the question that I always gotta go though and ask myself
Am I really with these niggas, or a pawn in a bigger picture
The shit here, man, I've lost my way
And I don't know where to go, nigga
I call it trails of the lost
[Hook]
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
We gotta boy lost like a sheep need his shepard
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
Who really knows?
[Verse 2]
Always been, hate the sin, but love the sinner taught to me
Heralds teaching, father preaching to the multitudes like Jesus
Tell 'em drown these demons with the blood of Jesus
Be a model to the one's who need it, believe it
Steaming stupid, acting foolish
Whom I 'spose to prove me to
Mortal boy with guilty conscious
Who flaunts it, stop it
Put a smile on my face, act crazy, but tell 'em everything's alright
But I'm not, some see through the act
With the sight of my eyes, and the burden on my heart
Hypocrite in action
I lack self-control, be some days I can't sit still
But feel it all
Obscenities over insecurities
Where's the purity, the lost innocence
Of a boy who was once diligent
But dissonant now
Who's really watching over me with their eyes, now?
[Hook]
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
We gotta boy lost like a sheep need his shepard
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
Who really knows?
[Verse 3]
Guns go clap in the summertime
Never sublime, I'm wasting time
On these rhymes
Wasting time on these rhymes wishing for a time to shine, with these
Chapped black lips cracking under summer
The bummer, I'd never thought I'd be a loner
But look at me and wonder what went wrong
Whatever, I just spit it, with a spirit
Hella damaged, that ain't it
How you supposed to live knowing any day could be your last
Be a fragment of the past, put on a different class
Grasp the motive of the shooter with a Luger
Killed the future of a visionare
Needed air, real fear, takes the human soul
Real fear, takes the honest thought
Real fear, there's gotta be a way outta here
[Hook x2]
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
We gotta boy lost like a sheep need his shepard
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
Who really knows?
[Outro: Kevin Forest]
Only do this get my family of the wage
IRS, keeping niggas deader on the page with them die, arrests
Scammers, crackers, bastards, what's your damn choice nigga
Only figured that this picture ain't complete
So, paint a new one, hoping the cops don't get to me
These thoughts gonna get to me, paranoid
I'm a stock broker, so when it drop, bodies and stocks go out the window
I'm still stuck in my own lack of sight
Knowing what the hell is right
In this goddamn height, here
Who is real and who is fake
It's the question that I make
It's the question that I always gotta go though and ask myself
Am I really with these niggas, or a pawn in a bigger picture
The shit here, man, I've lost my way
And I don't know where to go, nigga
I call it trails of the lost
[Hook]
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
We gotta boy lost like a sheep need his shepard
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
Who really knows?
[Verse 2]
Always been, hate the sin, but love the sinner taught to me
Heralds teaching, father preaching to the multitudes like Jesus
Tell 'em drown these demons with the blood of Jesus
Be a model to the one's who need it, believe it
Steaming stupid, acting foolish
Whom I 'spose to prove me to
Mortal boy with guilty conscious
Who flaunts it, stop it
Put a smile on my face, act crazy, but tell 'em everything's alright
But I'm not, some see through the act
With the sight of my eyes, and the burden on my heart
Hypocrite in action
I lack self-control, be some days I can't sit still
But feel it all
Obscenities over insecurities
Where's the purity, the lost innocence
Of a boy who was once diligent
But dissonant now
Who's really watching over me with their eyes, now?
[Hook]
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
We gotta boy lost like a sheep need his shepard
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
Who really knows?
[Verse 3]
Guns go clap in the summertime
Never sublime, I'm wasting time
On these rhymes
Wasting time on these rhymes wishing for a time to shine, with these
Chapped black lips cracking under summer
The bummer, I'd never thought I'd be a loner
But look at me and wonder what went wrong
Whatever, I just spit it, with a spirit
Hella damaged, that ain't it
How you supposed to live knowing any day could be your last
Be a fragment of the past, put on a different class
Grasp the motive of the shooter with a Luger
Killed the future of a visionare
Needed air, real fear, takes the human soul
Real fear, takes the honest thought
Real fear, there's gotta be a way outta here
[Hook x2]
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
There must be somewhere out of here, said the--
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
We gotta boy lost like a sheep need his shepard
Trails of the lost, trails of the lost
Who really knows?
[Outro: Kevin Forest]