Lost Cause - Nottz, Diamond District

Yeah I came here on a ship but I flew out on a plane

Trade these shackles and a whip for some status and a name

And the hassle’s still the same, and my ticket’s still in coach

And my seat is near the toilet, guess this shit won’t ever change

What’s a black suppose to do, sell some crack and entertain?

Get a bachelor in some bullshit and a job below my aim?

I was shooting for the star, they’re shootin' rockets at the moon

Reach in my pockets for my keys, the cop is reachin' for the tools

If you can see me on the news, I hope that’s cuz I’m on a roll

Tryna keep me on a leash but I ain’t out here on parole

Yeah I’m free to go, freedom reign, free them chains, freedom fries

Free to try, only thing promised to me is a free demise

This is why my hustle strong, I grew up watching Huxtables

My mamma grew up watching kids, her mamma grew up washing clothes

Overcomin' obstacles, way before doctor Martin spoke

Barack can’t give me hope, mamma gave me that 'fore her aqua broke.

Yea

I’m not a lost cause, I am a far cry

But I can still call and get involved, I

Ain’t out here with no sign, I’m looking for one in the streets

Now marching to that drum but we still ridin' to that beat

Yeah we still riding to that beat

Your feeling’s in my soul

And I can only struggle like my kinfolk did before

Stride it, ride, and oh yeah we on a roll

Ain’t nuttin gonna stop me, I ain’t out, I’m in control

Oh yeah, let’s go

My brother saw enough blood, no decision I don’t

Three Gs in my closet, that’s what made me cold

My daddy gone by 12, started stealing my clothes

I was put behind that cell and next thing you know

My grandma had my bail

She said «Son, better’s you go»

I said «I ain’t going no way grandma, I ain’t have no dope»

I shoulda called you so, my problem’s wrong for sure

And something in my soul said we gotta go

When I went like, we got to, we got, we got to go

The motherfucker we got the dope

Better be out, come on

We got to roll, we bout to blow

'mon brother, we Al Capone

We got to, we got to, we got to go

Yall wanna be there, come on

Yall wanna be there, we’ll be there

We should hope we never ever

End the day till the mothafuckin eon

We don’t want these people to roll

Then some are D I suppose

Yall n*ggas be out the polls

Before the revolution got to beat out, seed out, weed out the ho’s

Pull it stick it in three of them holes

Through DC I propose

Then I get you with phonetic

Come and take your head, leave out the toes

Wouldn’t leave me out the cause, this my cause

This is a call to them folks who got hopes high

They heard a lot of things, believe when seen with my own eyes

Hell yeah got drive and that’s the reason I drove wild

But no one’s living slow so I switch the pace up one more time

Now I’m tryin to get it to the point where my kids' kids can live it up

So I’m taking it’s overrated, if you wanna change you gotta give it up

And yeah you love to hear the story, feel it’s raw for your drums

Beat through each lung, old and young and now we overcome

Each one, teach one (I'm about that)

Buildin' them bridges (I'm about that)

Expanding our vision (I'm about that)

Switch up your decisions if you want an outcome that’s different (I'm about

that)

Head up, fed up, scared enough and isn’t, best believe (I'm about that)

Passing on tradition and reaching soul for the seeds (I'm about that)

All out, long ride, the very last one to roll out

That’s sauerkraut, pouting over losses, just the wrong route

Me kicking that rhyme and just like that picket sign

From '79 until the now, the clock ticking it’s time, for Y