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"Lost Inspiration"
By - DeVine

[Intro]
This is a story of a man...who went through so much shit with his father.
In the end he lost the only man and inspirtaion he ever had in his life.
[::....Beat Drops In!...::]
He owes so much to his father, so to repay him he strives harder to be everything he can be......

[DeVine]
Glass shatters, lil man stands in the doorway gaspin...
Lungs filled wit' shock, his feelings emotionally maskin'...
Hiding behind his ashamed heart as he keep askin'...
All these un-answerable questions, he stands lost wit' passion...
His lungs crashin', clashin wit' thoughts never imagined...
He thinks back to when his dad used to physically harrass him..
He looks passed him, see's beyond his pops anger and pain...
It's ashame that this father don't even know his sons name...
Calls him "worthless","scum to the earth","shouldn't be on the surface"...
And if he could take his sperm back, he said "it'd be worth it"...
This kid didn't deserve this...way of life, not it's not right....
But he still stands tall, focus and all, he still fights....
Never lettin go, stands wit' open arms remainin strong...
Wanderin' on in life wonderin what else could go wrong...
Contimplates a song, writes out the pain, his heart gets torn...
He Inhales, breath sworms his body, fathers death takes new forms!....

[Chorus - 2X]
Through countries borders, drug cornors, and ghetto street idols...
Recipricol forms, we mourne when pulses reach vital...
Claim it's homicidal, my 'street poet' title is insightful...
I vision a misprint,....the fathers actions were suicidal...

[DeVine]
Story continues as this kids virtues are lost in pain...
Become slain from his goals, he holds strong and stays sane...
Lil man, 14 years of age, wit' not much to posses...
Steps into reality, so much rage caged into his chest...
From this he was blessed, pen touched the page and blotted ink...
Formed a pattern that brinked his brainwaves to write what he thinks...
Became a lyrical link in this world of the unknown...
More determined then ever, cherish's the letter of every flow...
No matter where he go, he finds emergency even in adversity...
People tryin to lend a helping hand,showin common courtesy...
This kid won't have it, he's prone to make it on his own...
Showin he can rise from below, take hold and watch his life unfold...
Destined to survive, he didn't even cry when his father died...
Instead he held his head high in happiness knowin where he lied...
Now he try's even harder to succeed for his deceased father...
Cuz through all the drama, his pops always told him to try harder...

[Chorus - 2X]
Through countries borders, drug cornors, and ghetto street idols...
Recipricol forms, we mourne when pulses reach vital...
Claim it's homicidal, my 'street poet' title is insightful...
I vision a misprint,....the fathers actions were suicidal...

[::...Beat Fades Out...::]



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