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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #31,100
Peak in subgenre #19,655
Author
DeVine
Rights
DeVine
Uploaded
January 16, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just decided to go along with a storyline...it's about a young man who goes through shit with his father,then he starts writin lyrics and begins making of himself,his father dies and the doctor thinks it was a homicide...but on the real,it was a suicide. Now the boy strives to succeed for his deceased father cause his pops told him to always try harder and make something of himself. that's why it's called "Lost Inspiration",because the kids inspiration was his father even though they went through alotta shit together.
Lyrics
"Lost Inspiration"
By - DeVine
[DeVine]
Glass shatters, lil man stands in the doorway gaspin/
Lungs filled wit' shock, his feelings emotionally maskin'/
Hiding behind his ashamed heart as he keep askin'...
All these un-answerable questions, he stands lost wit' passion/
His lungs crashin', clashin wit' thoughts never imagined/
He thinks back to when his dad used to physically harrass him/
He looks passed him, see's beyond his pops anger and pain/
It's ashame that this father don't even know his sons name/
Calls him "worthless",scum to the earth,shouldn't be on the surface/
And if he could take his sperm back, he said "it'd be worth it"/
This kid didn't deserve this...way of life, not it's not right/
But he still stands tall, focus and all, he still fights/
Never lettin go, stands wit' open arms remainin strong/
Wanderin' on in life wonderin what else could go wrong/
Contimplates a song, writin out the pain, his heart gets torn/
He Inhales, breath sworms his body, fathers death takes new forms!/
[Chorus - 2X]
Through countries borders, drug cornors, and ghetto street idols/
Recipricol forms, we mourne when pulses reach vital/
Claim it's homicidle, my 'street poet' title is insightful...
I vision a misprint,....the fathers actions were suicidle/
[DeVine]
Story continues as this kids virtues are lost in pain/
Become slain from his goals, he holds strong,stays sane/
Lil man, 14 years of age, wit' not much to posses/
Steps into reality, so much rage caged into his chest/
From this he was blessed, pen touched the page and blotted ink/
Formed a pattern that brinked his brainwaves to write what he thinks/
Became a lyrical link in this world of the unknown/
More determined then ever, cherrish's the letter of every flow/
No matter where he go, he finds emergency even in adversity/
These people tryin to lend a helping hand,showin common courtesy/
This kid won't have it,he's prone to make it on his own/
Showin he can rise from below,take hold,watchin his life unfold/
Destined to survive,he didn't even cry when his father died/
Instead he held his head high in happiness, knowin where he lied/
Now he try's even harder to succeed for his deceased father/
Cuz through all the drama, his pops always told him to try harder/
[Chorus - 2X]
Through countries borders, drug cornors, and ghetto street idols/
Recipricol forms, we mourne when pulses reach vital/
Claim it's homicidle, my 'street poet' title is insightful...
I vision a misprint,....the fathers actions were suicidle/
