Lost in the Fog

Verse

See the homie on the block, eyes lost in the fog,

Used to talk dreams, now he talks to the fog,

in his hand, but he swear that nigga in control,

Chasin’ one more hit, tryna fill that hole.

Mama cryin’ in the kitchen, can’t take no more,

Brother doin’ time for some shit he had sold,

Everybody point fingers but they don’t know that nigga has a hart of gold,

He was just a good soul caught in a bad shit.

Chorus

They fade away — slow like smoke in the rain,

Chasin’ peace, but they drown in the pain,

Tryna find love in the wrong kinda flame,

Now they ghosts, and the streets know their name.

Verse

Shorty used to dance, now she dance for a fix,

Lost her spark to the dark, now she caught in the mix,

Used to have a laugh that could light up the day,

Now the light dimmed