Lost Books

Gave the little ones some books that read praise our holy father Give your honor to the lord, and he will make you stronger Give it all back to the poor, it'll brighten what little core they have left in they soul No matter who they are, free or out on parole Giving back what they stole, the little change in their hats or bowls Truth be told they probably took what little they had and indulged in some more crack Waste it all on the gamble of black jack Everybody looking for a new way to chase the bag Besides working a nine to five, it's sad to see the ones I grew up with Grow to be on a crooked path, all they want is to feel the wrath of each other Looking for validation, it ends in my generation We preparing to repeat history the slippery slope of emotions when we wanna cope We hold close to the past, I'm a victim to it Listen to it, were gettin more distant from God My lost books read "heal the soul" Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core Some are too cold to feed to the poor Some are just me only being immature My lost books were full and it said "heal the soul" Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core Some are too cold to feed to the poor Some are just me being immature Irregularities, two similarities bury these cowards I'm spiraling downwards bastards with no standards They got it backwards, they hazardous Lazarus of Bethany Raised up an enemy reborn in destiny but formally We got it mixed up, like the virgin blood mixed in all the cups Close up shots of man Micheal, the cycle continues with different values, and some new virtues I've written haikus, my words are rhymed loose webbed strangely like a recluse So there is no excuse, I'm here to defuse the controversy let it die Girl guy I will say it the same way, till I fly Power in my speech power in my pen power in my heart The mind brings it all together like the avengers No words can describe what I probably imagine The worst I can say is you'll probably be saddened My lost books read "heal the soul" Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core Some are too cold to feed to the poor Some are just me only being immature My lost books were full and it said "heal the soul" Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core Some are too cold to feed to the poor Some are just me being immature Sauce in the cranium, black no vibranium Titanium stadiums radiant pure champions Ambience all in the crowd we stand proud No patience, straight fragrance ima hound No surround sound, just drowned audio No clowns now, just flavor and it's starry-yo Carry on bags to the private jets "hurry dawn!" L.B.B's the name, Amarus who I blame Say my name the flames will rise cause I'm super fly Unto Zion we go in Ethiopia they live on the down low Evidently inevitably, people dying innocently It could be up to me one day to help change it ya see Maybe I won't, maybe I will this is a random skill I still try to master at will, know what I feel? My lost books read "heal the soul" Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core Some are too cold to feed to the poor Some are just me only being immature My lost books were full and it said "heal the soul" Some are scribbled, some are too old to the core Some are too cold to feed to the poor Some are just me being immature