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Tunnel Rats - Lost
(from the album Underground Rise)
© copyright Neogen, Raphi, Macho

Verse 1 Raphi
" Alright man be cool..." The last words he heard when he left school. Who would've thought homie wouldn't make it back the following week? It's Halloween week... full of treats and the tricks of the 666 mixed with a stick shift 5-speed SS. Yes, guess that's what cracks when they all collide. A joy ride turned teen suicide. Look at them now, acting like they cried when he died. I'm wondering how they can pretend they were friends when they really wasn't. Doesn't sound like it was bound to go down? In the third round he was knocked out cold. He was favored to win too. The story unfolds. See no one ever told this cat, "Ya can't win 'em all" 12-0's his only reason to stand tall or so he thought. Cuz when he dropped it felt like the whole universe stopped when he got rocked and mocked how he got popped. Knocked from the top spot. He ought to slow down but he's never really known how. So he lost and he's gone now.

Hook
Lost trying to find my way/
Trying to find my way/
Trying to find me a brighter/
Lost trying to find my/
Donít know where to go/
Lost and out of control/

Verse 2 Ė Macho
One young urban American dead/
Sixteen shots two caught him in the head/
Five fingers burn from the heat in the lead/
All for two colors, one blue, one red/
Homicide find origin unknown/
Just another kid with no place like home/
Roaming the territory some say itís hereditary/
End up in the cemetery before heísfull grown/
I ainít a clone in this system I resist the irrational national army enlisting/
The unsuspecting heads with no vision/
Before another one of my brothers is found missing/
Iím insisting that somebody anybody/
From the cell block to the block party/
Would slow down before they throw down/
They get lost and they donít know how/

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Verse 3 Neogen
In comes the dark on dark wings
The night brings dark things to light
For dark beings that light things that might
Bring their mind closer to falling off that right
Rope, while the smoke brings quiet jokes and invites laughter unending
The rafters are bending
Veins pulse faster while defending with his hands
> From the giant wingspans of killer bats that 're descending or
So it seems to a feen
Eyes rolled to the back of the brain
2 o'clock in the back of the train
Smelling like piss and rain drained from the pains of hell
But he dwells here on earth as a shell
With his soul froze in some sort of limbo
He couldn't feel it even if he fell
So he roams in the road with no control
Wearing old clothes with both
Feet swollen a size too big for holy timbos to hold
'Cuz they were old when he got them
No grip at the bottom
Lost grip at the top years ago cuz he shot them like a vaccine
To drop him out of the bad dream he got in
Head bobbing, vanished like a Hobbit when he's in a jam
Looking at his face you couldn't tell he was a young man still
But the routine roots in and loosens the build
Till you dwindle down to a little brown or white man or woman
The weight of the gram can crush any stand
And even though it was a basic addiction
No man's too advanced in restriction
One turn to two
And two turn to three
Three gon' want more and then soon bloom to four
Four gon' explore the skies till five
Splits every judgement and plays with your mind
Six settles in, no need for heaven's gate
Seven eight brings him to crime
He's bent on getting nine
With no strength on a bench
Feening for his tenth
looking back on every event on his time line