Blood In Blood Out

[Verse 1: Lost] The chosen one is not chosen The non-righteous path To leave a trail of blood and tears Like a Sierra Leone death squad God's spitting his deaths mission and in turn [?] So what if I'm a misfit like baggy pants That just means there's more room for your girl to squeeze in But that's besides the point Because my lyrics are on point Like ballerinas feet [?] Of an inner animal trying to break my rib cage Tear apart my spleen and cut off my oxygen But I won't be silenced I'm the child of an unstoppable force And an immovable object On a crash course with a morgue Filled with those that failed to touch the ground I relate to those bizarre But won't take it lying down Who respect the hustle And get trampled And left in the dust Of the lost soul torn from your worst nightmare And go against the current The tides are changing So either swim or left to drown And be enveloped in the sounds of hell hounds [?] salvation total annihilation Of the egotistical Non forgivable No elliptical can change the shape of this outcome There's no escaping it Final Destination that'll rock the nation Call it D.O.A Death of animation Cause this shit's real as it gets Mark the day you hear this track See where you are and where I'm at Compare the vocabs and subtract the difference And make six figures while riding with LOST productions, bitch [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] It's Mr. J-A-Y Look I pledge allegiance to class rooms with missing teachers Go ahead and cut some more jobs I don't think we need it Spending money on sex scandals and strip teases And these the selfish motherfuckers that we pick to lead us? It's splurging on the murders and burglars But I don't really think our foolish youth Deserve to learn enough Make sense why he grew up so dumb don't it The main reason why I'm keeping all these blunts rolling Heard the beat and I just knew I had to jump on it These the wise ambitions of a young stoner Hold up,I prefer the term herbalist Superb young verbalist Inspired off the purp I piff It don't matter cause either way I'm rolling two Ls and a J Feelin cool till I burn my lip I'm bumping at American terrorists Finger to America homie I ain't scared of shit Unless I'm looking at the man in the mirror And he know me way better than a specialist or therapist Shit, how you telling me I'm not gifted When niggas stealing my styles They shoplifting Yeah I got some issues maybe you should stop and listen The biggest threat and I ain't even have to pop a pistol Fuck redemption I'm back with a vengeance And venomous fit like slim fits bitch It's the two blade crusade I got my ski mask on waiting for doomsday And I don't give a fuck on what you say Or she say that he said she said cliche