Lost Desire Lyrics - Rising Down - The Roots

It's the lump in your heart 

Or the pain in your mind 

No one cares what the truth is 

Cause a fortress built on lies 

I'm exhausted but I never ever forfeit 

Y'all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quick 

Y'all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns 

A militant will put this heat in your lungs 

The street and the slums, the weekend is done 

The local class always show you what [?] is become 

The seasons are done, and reasons are none 

People dyin' bullets flyin' cause they schemin'[?] for fun 

It's all of a nightmare, that's right there 

They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care 

With all this protestin' and rallyin' 

Death toll tallyin' 

Foul smells around them [?] in the alley and 

Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again, 

They sing about murder, so it ain't a song it's [? 

Get off the choir with your soft attire, 

Niggas out here don't give a fuck, cause they lost desire 

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My city's full of heartbreakers and stargazers 

Who puff kush 

Vegas, So they gone with the wind, like Clark Gable, 

Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angel 

Yeah, we got flags, but they not star-spangled 

We not patriotic, the heroes are not them, 

Ghetto griots like rims, you stop, they still spin, 

Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark, 

And we still stop in and chicken and [?] 

And listen to Rakim 

With the [?] that y'all been 

For realla, I hadn't been schemin' to [?]ply in 

You fear us? Fear is self, personified 

Payin' homage to homicide 

Prayin' to the dollar sign 

It's idol worship 

The rebel forces 

Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress 

This is war, we expect some losses 

And we comin' for the heads of the bosses 

Photos 

We on some casualties of war shit, 

What you stand for, kid? 

We in the city where they definitely lost it 

You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs 

Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait 

Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids 

Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune 

And left trey orphans 

Now he in a box with the same chain and watch 

That never came off him 

It's a shame what it cost him 

Where he come from it ain't nuthin' 

It's a everyday thing, that's a problem 

It's chambers revolving 

Bustin' like Russian roulette 

With a full set, then change what the odds is, 

Flames in the mosque, and 

People held hostage 

Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit 

Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick? 

This shit is out of control, they can't stop it