My America - The Lox, Oswin Benjamin

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement

Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck

You see my clothes don’t fit like they used to

My mama don’t call like she used to

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be, yeah

Oh Lord, I’m tired (Crazy, yeah)

These streets got me wired, it’s crazy (Oh yeah)

Yeah

I said I woke up in a state of confusion

In the search for absolution

Palm grippin' the Absolute

It’s sad but true

Missed call from my kinfolk

Said my auntie ain’t make it

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement

Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck

Can you send one up for me?

See my clothes don’t fit like they used to

My mama don’t call like she used to

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

See, oh Lord, I’m tired (Yeah)

These streets got me wired (Exhausted nigga)

Yeah

Them cold bodies fit up under them rugs

It’s a circus out this bitch, amazin' how we jugglin' drugs

Frontin' for hoes, the cards work good in them clubs

Shots go off, time to leave, nigga, lets breeze

Young bitch shot in the head think it came from the trees

In that direction, she layin' there with my complexion

To the death I’ma give my son protection

I’m tired though, he teachin' me some shit that I ain’t know

Shit get wrinkled, I show him exactly where the iron go

And they only stick around when you buzzin'

That’s the problem with The LOX

I remember one time when we wasn’t (D-Block)

I’m hip hop like the Juice crew

But my mama don’t call like she used to

Bunch of phony niggas, hard to see who’s who

Just parties you ain’t around when the bills due

All for the Gram, hope social media kills you nigga

Yeah, I said I woke up in a state of confusion

In the search for absolution

Palm grippin' the Absolute

It’s sad but true

Missed call from my kinfolk

Said my auntie ain’t make it

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement

Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck

Can you send one up for me?

See my clothes don’t fit like they used to

My mama don’t call like she used to

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

See, oh Lord, I’m tired (Yes, I am)

These streets got me wired

Let’s go

Oh Lord, why I lose so much when I’m a winner?

Demons done got my soul, made me a sinner

Clothes don’t fit no more, I’m gettin' thinner

It could be the middle of summer, I’m feelin' winter

My heart gettin' colder than the freezer is

See my babygirl gone, but I need a kid

Why you think I take a shot and get weed again?

Only thing we got is God, gotta believe in him

Couple homies locked up, don’t know what freedom is

If the Lord come now, I gotta leave with him

Oh God, I’m tired, so lift the trauma up

Hold my son and my wife and call my mama up

I get high to not cry and frown a lot

I done cried enough tears to drown the block

All I know is keep faith in the man above

I feel pain so I spread the joy spread the love (Yeah)

I said I woke up in a state of confusion

In the search for absolution

Palm grippin' the Absolute

It’s sad but true

Missed call from my kinfolk

Said my auntie ain’t make it

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement

Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck

Can you send one up for me?

See my clothes don’t fit like they used to (Na)

My mama don’t call like she used to (Ah na)

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

See, oh Lord, I’m tired (I'm tired Lord)

These streets got me wired (Real talk)

Uh, yeah, yo

I’m tired of hearin' about what I didn’t do

Yes, I am goin' home, 'cause I got shit to do

Things ain’t been all good, nah, but I’m gettin' through

I’m givin' you real talk, I ain’t bullshittin' you

Life is a bitch, you could tell her when you see her

I just want Josh and Jamere to meet Nia

Lord knows, I just want the air to be clear

When I think about it that’s the only time I shed a tear

Mama Love voice through the phone, I hear joy

Come and get a plate and say a prayer for the boy

Know that I don’t eat meat and I don’t care for the soy

Long as she ain’t in pain then I can’t get annoyed

We all need to repent

Really I’m just fatigued from the cement

My defense is always on prevent

There’s a reason a lot of people ain’t used to me

'Cause I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

Yeah

Said I woke up in a state of confusion

In the search for absolution

Palm grippin' the Absolute

It’s sad but true

Missed call from my kinfolk

Said my auntie ain’t make it

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement

Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck

Can you send one up for me?

See my clothes don’t fit like they used to

My mama don’t call like she used to

I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be

See, oh Lord, I’m tired

These streets got me wired

I said I woke up in a state of confusion

In the search for absolution

Palm grippin' the absolute

It’s sad but true

Missed call from my kinfolk

Said my auntie ain’t make it

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement

Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck

Could you send one up for me?