Akabronco - Lost in the Ways

Clouds of the haze
Like a fog in the days
Lost in the ways
With the demons who praise
Bodies would lay
In darkness that preys
Nightmares await
For souls they can take
Clouds of the haze
Like a fog in the days
Lost in the ways
With the demons who praise
Bodies would lay
In the darkness that preys
Nightmares await
For souls they can take
Under where we gardening
The presence in the audience
A feel that we was targeting
Before the heart was hardening
Purified the conjuring
So nothing ever conquering
Evils & the bargainings
Put loses to the guardians
This place of all the hate
Stench of venom of the snakes
All the toxins & the waste
Like the scales upon the face
But options & which it weighs
Prolonging the light of day
In order to reach a mill
Before a nigga reach the grave
In order to see a deal
Where we reaping what we paid
As the masters of a masters
From a life in which we slave
Oooo
As the masters of a masters
From a life in which we slave
Clouds of the haze
Like a fog in the days
Lost in the ways
With the demons who praise
Bodies would lay
In the darkness that preys
Nightmares await
For the souls they can take
Sirens getting louder
Mixing in with all the screaming
Wait I know that nigga
He a shark put in the deep end
Head above the water
From drowning in what's beneath him
Homie crossing boarders
Surrounding himself with demons
All the disputing
The blasting & shooting
& peeping the actions
That carry the movements
& words that we utter
To linking like Cuban
Live from the gutter
Of fake & illusion
The voice in my head
Tryna mask the confusion
Brodies that's dead
Why we winning then losing
Heart feeling heavy
From all of the bruising
Another one deady
My heart a contusion
Living through the casualties
Smoking sour diese
Numbing pains from the tragedies
Aiming for the globe
Just to make it to the galaxy
Tryna see hope
In the harshness of reality
& odds that started talleying
Fruits of the labor
A nigga had to garnish
Regardless of atrocities
Waiting for me to tarnish
Pain remaining harmless
Shit I had to harness
Ways to the light
Taking strength out the darkness
Clouds of the haze
Like a fog in the days
Lost in the ways
With the demons who praise
Bodies would lay
In the darkness that preys
As the nightmare awaits
For the souls they can take
I said, clouds of the haze
Like fog in the days
Lost in the ways
With the demons who praise
Bodies would lay
In nightmares that waits

Written by:
Byron Jackson

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