Lost Warriors

[Hook] When the sky ain't blue And God goes mute And money dictating everything that you do The drugs all gone but the world still spins And Lucifer becomes your best friend Damn, we lost warriors In the city of lost warriors [Verse 1] Uh, I'm just another lost warrior, chasing a feeling of euphoria Can't shake the imagine or my nigga in the coroner So I medicate with alcohol and Adderall So I can feel something I'm too numb to rock to y'all Chasing an emptiness that money brings, a fucking glutton I want it all, everything that I could obtain Becoming so accustomed at hiding my pain Knowing that this poison is rotting my brain At the rate I'm going, I'm plotting my grave Under limelights, I die for my spot on the stage I'm feeling like God's gone mute Or maybe I muted God for something that's so minute I'm a heretic, inheriting the ways of the lost Pray that I don't pass the baton to my son Nor my princess, Lord what I've become So petrified, like what am I hiding from? Deal with little boy shit, keep on whispering in your ear I got to kill the voices, they keep preying on my fears Lost some good friends, the evil slaying all my peers When I know I need help, I let my demons interfere [Hook] When the sky ain't blue And God goes mute And money dictating everything that you do The drugs all gone but the world still spins And Lucifer becomes your best friend Damn, we lost warriors In the city of lost warriors [Verse 2] Yeah, uh, I mask the pain like a superhero Drugs in my system, mind on my Euros Suicidal thought, my daughter was a year old The feeling coming back that whispers by my earlobes The Mephistopheles is watching me It bore with the feeling of a nigga feeling obsolete On the road constantly, my son get emotional Daughter used to it, when I'm back, I'm so unsociable Coming home drunk as fuck, this liquor got me out cold Pray that this behavior don;t destroy a nigga's household I think my nigga's death took a piece of me I know we in the sky, rest in peace fully Hoping I ain't fucking everything up for five mights Of fifteen minutes of a nigga in the limelight Regrets come to haunt your fucking hindsight As soon as you try to find God and get your mind right [Hook] When the sky ain't blue And God goes mute And money dictating everything that you do The drugs all gone but the world still spins And Lucifer becomes your best friend Damn, we lost warriors In the city of lost warriors