Letter to the Lost - ¡MAYDAY!

Hello brother;

s-s-salutations from a Lego lover

Building bricks to cross a bridge outta this ghetto’s gutter

Keeping in touch, but mostly this life, that could be hard to do

We living in separate worlds, which truly tears my heart in two

I hear the talking, and you’re walking, wishing for the coffin

But keeping your noggin off the bottom is so truly awesome

Ya see, they weaseled us with promises of false degrees

And then they seeded us as hostages to awful fees

On our fucking knees.

What a fucking tease

Keeping us lost while breading the cost

They drain us, they fuck us and leave

Now we’ve been stuck in the trees, and the alcohol

Which I can’t fucking believe, cause lately I’m out of all my whiskey;

Its been risky since the days we jumped the school fence

And ran into that addict, frantic, looking for those blueprints

I started bagging groceries, well, only for two cents

But kept it positive, and I’ve been singing happy tunes since

This here’s my letter to the lost

My get up, get up, gone, things get better, things go wrong

Keep your head up and you better get a job tomorrow

I’ve been betting on a way to keep it golden for him

When the world is coming down on your open door

What the fuck you gonna do when its supposed to fall?

Let it fall, (okay)

Let it fall back into place

Let it fall, down, (see, this is just like building blocks, y’know what I’m

saying?)

Into place

Let it fall, let it fall

Let it fall back into place

Let it fall, down, (down, down, down)

Into place

Everything ain’t what it seems;

things can change in just a blink

Every time I wake up, pinch myself before I hit the gym

Life’s a bitch, that’s the biz, still I’m tryna teach her tricks

Miami makes it hard cause pretty people act the ugliest

Ain’t nobody tell me shit though, unless they walk in my kicks

Yell ¡MAYDAY!

everyday, like kamikaze p-pilots

Everybody always got opinions on how you should live

Some people never rock they standards cause half are from music shit

The bigger the city, the lonelier the prison

So when they turn off the lights you glow, self defense mechanism

Dirty pigeons fib and fidget suppressing feelings

Never realizing dirty wings can fly, there’s no ceiling

Nobody got answers;

they just tryna fake that shit

If you’re feeling stuck right now, then make some quick adjustments

Been in the darkest places only now to see the light

So when they asking why we toast, we say its only right