Lost & Found
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics

Here in the underground
In this subculture or hidden world

So many lost and found
There are many individuals who are lost or searching for something

So many trading in styles in
Many people are exchanging their artistic styles

Search of new sounds
In the pursuit of finding innovative and fresh music

So many swapping emotions and
Numerous people are exchanging their feelings

Seeking new ground
Looking for new territory or opportunities

That they forget to stop it
They become so absorbed that they neglect to pause

And take good look around
To observe and analyze their surroundings

What did they leave behind? What
What have they abandoned or relinquished?

Did they lose or trade?
Did they misplace or exchange their belongings?

No matter where they go
Regardless of their destination

No where will be totally safe
They won't find complete security anywhere

You left your gat and ID inside the suitcase
You left your gun and identification in the suitcase

Then skip town to go out put on a new face
Then you fled the town to assume a new identity

Lost and found in the underground
In the hidden world, feeling both disoriented and discovered

And if you threw it away somebody
And if you discarded it, someone else

Else is gonna find it
Will come across it and claim it

(Lost and found) Somebody else
(Disoriented and discovered) Another person

Is gonna find it
Will stumble upon and acquire it

Here in the lost and found, he find a way out
In this state of feeling lost, he discovered an escape route

At least he thought he did
At least from his perspective, he believed he had found one

Threw that suitcase out
He discarded that suitcase

Into the river leave and lost
By throwing it into the river, it was both left behind and disappeared

For nobody to find
So that nobody could come across it

As this identity was erased from
As his identity was eliminated or wiped out from

That space and time
That specific point in space and time

He made it all the way to Tennessee
He managed to travel as far as Tennessee

Before he started seeing coverage on
Before he began witnessing news reports about

A truck stop tv
A television located at a truck stop

Seven bodies were discovered
Seven corpses were found

He only killed three
However, he was only responsible for three deaths

Sounds like a copy cat killer replicating me
It seems like there is a murderer imitating my actions

They felt that he was skiddish
They believed he was nervous or jumpy

And gave upon his work way
And they abandoned or gave up on his scheme

Before he was finished
Before he completed his task

So they found a murder weapon
Consequently, they discovered a weapon used in a murder

And pretend to be him
And pretended to be him

Wearing gloves so the gun
Donning gloves to ensure the gun

Still has his fingerprints
Still retains his fingerprints

Now he's back up on retirement
Now he has returned to his state of retirement

For one last kill
To execute one final murder

Then he's back to California to
Then he will return to California in order to

Disappear within the hills
Vanish into the mountains or rural areas

That was the first plan
That was the initial strategy

A new place to call home
A fresh location to consider as a permanent residence

But the copycat killer couldn't
However, the imitator of the murders couldn't

Leave well enough alone
Abstain from disturbing the current situation