Texty:
Loss Of Direction

I've met someone that makes me feel seasick Oh, what a skill to have, oh, what a skill to have So, many skills that make her distinctive But they're not

they set in, then they lead in They wanting me off in the coffin Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious From the stompin' taking ah loss

to kick monopoly to lady of mahogany Lax with my love love and some herbal tea Young lady grabbed the mic to kick some poetry Her whole shit was directed

sister Over looked little girl Bottled up and empty holding back At loss, your forgotten getting back, get back Bottled up and empty holding back At loss

open. Mad represent leopard skin, snake skin, black leather. Suicide rate high, bad weather. Please feast on a piece of perfection. Seek inner peace, we just need some direction

should been platinum Or at least should gone gold, but I ain't So I got to keep my soldiers on the street, so we can eat Hey this program's directed

and i'm here and i'm special and i'm the one who turns you out. and i'm here and i'm a wreck for the total loss of our last crash. you are the savior

We drive to keep our conscience clear Imagine closure sinking deep into the air Our loss is not gaining new ground at all I fight this everyday Against

) Forget your son When he's out on his own Point your gun in another direction Now that you've cried yourself to sleep Point your gun in another direction