"Lost" genre: Ska
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	Lyrics Back on the street where I belong Sixteen, hungry, cold Where do you go when it’s a middle class story life at home? Mom was a drunk; Dad got stoned, strung out on life I’ve got no where to go 5th street & pine, I’ve gotta treat my low My days on the bus stops, thinking of the past My nights on the corner are dying fast Cause I know what I know & I feel what I feel & I’m feeling confused I don’t even know what’s real I’m fading out, dying fast, dying young Don’t think I can last Where do you go? I just don’t know, Hey! Where the hell am I supposed to go? The reggae beat dictates my life, Excuse to validate my fucking strife I ain’t to dumb & I know the score I’m losing the battle, losing the war Finding my roots across the boulevard at night The basis of survival, HA! It’s my fight Shot in the dark, a flash in the night Cold blood on the concrete, a chalked marked sight. Cause I know what I know & I feel what I feel & I’m feeling confused I don’t even know what’s real I’m fading out, dying fast, dying young Don’t think I can last Where do you go? I just don’t know, Hey! Where the hell am I supposed to go? Ó StinkEye Music 2002

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