Texty: Kilo Ali. Organized Bass. Lost Y'all Mind.

[chorus]
Lost Y'all Mind
Some uh y'all done lost y'all mind
(Oh Lord)
Some uh y'all done lost y'all mind
(Oh God)
And it made me cry, cry, cry
[x4]

Alright, once again it's me
Kilo-Ali with positivity
?? so you got to hustle
Drug dealers ain't nothin but trouble
Do the crime, you gotta pay the price
What you gonna tell Jesus Christ
He don't smoke, and he don't get high
Where ?? after they die
Cause it's a sin to sell
Brother you can go to jail, you can go to hell
What about a brother be thinking he a pimp though
When he calls our mother a pimp hoe
Or his cousin, or his sister, or his auntie
Boy, you better learn to love the ladies
I think your slippin
But you think your pimp, pimp, pimpin
For a nickle and a dime, some uh y'all done lost y'all mind [x2]

[Chorus x4]

???, they think I hate white folks
Oh man thats gotta be a white joke
It ain't what I done to my country
It's what my country's done to me
Red, white and blue the flag again
I'll burn it, black American
I gotta stand up for myself
Brother give me freedom or give me death
When I rap for the blacks
White folks don't like to hear me talk like that
Black cop will lock me up faster
He'll be ?? for master,
And I'm looking for a brother
He called me a black mother (sigh)
So I looked him in his eyes
And he made me cry, cry, cry
I know you gotta make you a livin
But why you gotta hurt my feelings
For a nickle and a dime
Some uh y'all done lost y'all mind [x2]

[Chorus x4]

See the world is a zoo
And if you live in the world i'm talking about you
You try to touch somebody's hand
They just run a better place
And if you can
See, all we need to do is keep the love in our hearts
We all survive
Without Godwe have nothing
And with God we have everything
Yes, that's why I always say
I say

Money and clothes
and beamers and bowls
I'd rather go to heaven then any of those [x5]