Pardon me if I seem negative at times
But why do white lies remind me of black thoughts?
Black as in the dark side of life, not as a skin color.
So every thing tracks me back to greenbacks
That I don’t have so I can’t give,
And I can’t provide, it seems like I can’t live
The way that I, Mr. Lost Cause,
And maybe I’m lost ’cause I can’t see
Past the green things.
“Lost” ’cause it seems my musical talent
Gets lost in the world of “They Can’t Hear Me Yet”.
“Yet” ’cause I have restricitions on my roll
Speed bumps beyond my control.
“Control” ’cause I have lost quite a bit of mine
Lost in a daze of days, fast, furious, blurred as they go by.
And they go “Bye.” as to never be reclaimed as time,
As in the thing that passes like the days only to be
Unlabeled, unnamed, and all the same to me.
I continue to claim to be working on moves,
I do get lost in grooves still but never quite done.
Damn… there goes another one.
As I lose time, days, control of my life in this season,
Doors of opportunity are opened for no reason.
This life is taking away my map…
Maybe these aren’t my doors anymore…
Maybe I’m now just “Mr. Lost”.