Lost

Once fell asleep in the back of the train, didn't know where I was
I know there was terror in the back of my brain, didn't show how I was
Cuz where I live you can't ever show no fear, or else you'll be taken for a fool
Or worse a tourist, and home was never near, so I just had to keep my cool

And just get on my little private journey, silent through the streets like I was a Russian spy
Young boy alone, broke and getting thirsty, wanted help but sadly I was too shy
At this point, I didn't know what to do, phone was dead, I just couldn't call my crew
Dude smoking a joint asked mе what it do, made like I couldn't hear and kеpt on walking through

And then almost like a blessing, I looked up and saw a place I knew
Honestly, normally it'd be distressing, cuz it was a place that I had grew
To somewhat despise, cuz man I wasn't cool with anyone in there, no not at all
Yeah it was my high school, I wish I didn't care but I just had a stack of memories too tall

To ever let go, but I had to be thankful, cuz from here I could get my ass home
I felt like, I had won myself a bank full, cuz it was as clear as sites in Rome
So I walked on down, found the MTA, swiped my card again, now I knew my way
Hopped on the Q train, now there was delay, but it was all good, so now this song can play

Yeah

Don't get lost