Lost Desire
Malik B. Lyrics


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It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

I'm exhausted but I never ever forfeit
Y'all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quick
Y'all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns
A militant will put this heat in your lungs
The street and the slums, the weekend is done
The local class always show you what [?] is become
The seasons are done, and reasons are none
People dyin' bullets flyin' cause they schemin'[?] for fun
It's all of a nightmare, that's right there
They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care
With all this protestin' and rallyin'
Death toll tallyin'
Foul smells around them [?] in the alley and
Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again,
They sing about murder, so it ain't a song it's [?
Get off the choir with your soft attire,
Niggas out here don't give a fuck, cause they lost desire

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

My city's full of heartbreakers and stargazers
Who puff kush
Vegas, So they gone with the wind, like Clark Gable,
Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angel
Yeah, we got flags, but they not star-spangled
We not patriotic, the heroes are not them,
Ghetto griots like rims, you stop, they still spin,
Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark,
And we still stop in and chicken and [?]
And listen to Rakim
With the [?] that y'all been
For realla, I hadn't been schemin' to [?]ply in
You fear us? Fear is self, personified
Payin' homage to homicide
Prayin' to the dollar sign
It's idol worship
The rebel forces
Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress
This is war, we expect some losses
And we comin' for the heads of the bosses

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

We on some casualties of war shit,
What you stand for, kid?
We in the city where they definitely lost it
You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs
Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait
Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids
Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune
And left trey orphans
Now he in a box with the same chain and watch
That never came off him
It's a shame what it cost him
Where he come from it ain't nuthin'
It's a everyday thing, that's a problem
It's chambers revolving
Bustin' like Russian roulette
With a full set, then change what the odds is,
Flames in the mosque, and
People held hostage
Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit
Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick?
This shit is out of control, they can't stop it

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind
No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

It's the lump in your heart
Or the pain in your mind




No one cares what the truth is
Cause a fortress built on lies

Overall Meaning

In this song, Malik B. describes the reality of living in a city full of violence and corruption. The lyrics portray the feelings of hopelessness and despair that arise from seeing people die senselessly every day, while those in power seem to turn a blind eye. The first four lines of the song establish the theme of deception and how lies can form the foundation of an impenetrable fortress that prevents the truth from coming out. The lump in the heart and the pain in the mind indicate the emotional and mental toll that living in such conditions can take on a person.


The verses further delve into the violence and struggle of life in the city, with Malik B. describing the constant presence of death and the normalization of it. The line "They sing about murder, so it ain't a song it's [?]" reveals how society glorifies violence through media and music, perpetuating the cycle of death and destruction. Malik B. also comments on the lack of empathy and activism in the community, with people seemingly apathetic to the alarming death toll and loss of innocent lives. The repeated chorus emphasizes the idea that no one cares about the truth when there is so much invested in maintaining the status quo.


Overall, Lost Desire is a poignant commentary on the devastating effects of violence and corruption on human life. The lyrics are raw and confronting, leaving a powerful impact on the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the lump in your heart
The feeling of heaviness experienced in one's heart.


Or the pain in your mind
The mental distress one experiences.


No one cares what the truth is
The truth is often disregarded.


Cause a fortress built on lies
A stronghold is established on deceit.


I'm exhausted but I never ever forfeit
Despite exhaustion, one never gives up.


Y'all just bullshit while I knock a nigga off quick
Others engage in irrelevant talk while the singer is quick to take action.


Y'all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns
Others resort to speaking incoherently and reaching for weapons.


A militant will put this heat in your lungs
A militant will use force to harm.


The street and the slums, the weekend is done
The weekend in the streets and slums is characterized by violence.


The local class always show you what [?] is become
The local environment reveals the state of society.


The seasons are done, and reasons are none
The reasons for violence are non-existent.


People dyin' bullets flyin' cause they schemin'[?] for fun
People die from gun violence due to the perpetrators' desire for fun.


It's all of a nightmare, that's right there
The situation is a complete nightmare.


They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care
They hope that someone in the community will show compassion.


With all this protestin' and rallyin'
Despite protests and rallies, the issue still persists.


Death toll tallyin'
The number of deaths keeps increasing.


Foul smells around them [?] in the alley and
The area is filled with unpleasant odors due to death and decay.


Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again,
The corner is filled with memorabilia in remembrance of a child who was killed.


They sing about murder, so it ain't a song it's [?
Songs about violence and death are not really songs.


Get off the choir with your soft attire,
Those who advocate for peace and non-violence are not welcome in violent environments.


Niggas out here don't give a fuck, cause they lost desire
People in the community no longer care due to a sense of hopelessness or apathy.


My city's full of heartbreakers and stargazers
The city is full of people who experience heartbreak and dream about success.


Who puff kush
They smoke marijuana.


Vegas, So they gone with the wind, like Clark Gable,
People leave the city of Las Vegas just like Clark Gable in the movie 'Gone with the Wind'.


Breathin' like Darth Vader, believin' in dark angel
People experience shortness of breath and believe in evil forces.


Yeah, we got flags, but they not star-spangled
The American flags in the city are not adorned with stars.


We not patriotic, the heroes are not them,
The people are not patriotic, and those considered heroes are not truly heroic.


Ghetto griots like rims, you stop, they still spin,
Ghetto storytellers and poets are like rims that continue to spin even when stopped.


Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark,
People tell exaggerated stories at the bar, usually after dark.


And we still stop in and chicken and [?]
They still eat fast food, even in the midst of chaos.


And listen to Rakim
They listen to the music of Rakim, a rapper known for his socially conscious content.


With the [?] that y'all been
With the beat that everyone else is playing.


For realla, I hadn't been schemin' to [?]ply in
In reality, the artist did not intend to get caught up in violence and chaos.


You fear us? Fear is self, personified
If you fear the people, you are simply afraid of yourself.


Payin' homage to homicide
Honoring and glorifying acts of murder.


Prayin' to the dollar sign
Worshiping money.


It's idol worship
The worship of false idols.


The rebel forces
Those who are opposed to established authority.


Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress
Dead bodies are the basis for the stronghold.


This is war, we expect some losses
Violence is considered a war, with casualties expected.


And we comin' for the heads of the bosses
The people are going after those in power.


We on some casualties of war shit,
They are in the midst of war-like circumstances.


What you stand for, kid?
What do you believe in?


We in the city where they definitely lost it
The city and its people have completely lost their way.


You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs
You are at risk of being shot as soon as you open your eyes.


Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait
Your high school portrait is displayed at your funeral.


Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids
The deceased is made to look presentable in the casket, with orchids arranged in the shape of a bell.


Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune
A 19-year-old who achieved success on his own has passed away.


And left trey orphans
And left behind three orphans.


Now he in a box with the same chain and watch
Now he is in a coffin with the same chain and watch he used to wear.


That never came off him
He always wore that chain and watch.


It's a shame what it cost him
It is regrettable what had to happen to him.


Where he come from it ain't nuthin'
Where he is from, it is not uncommon for this to happen.


It's a everyday thing, that's a problem
It happens every day, and that is an issue.


It's chambers revolving
The cylinders of a gun rotating before firing.


Bustin' like Russian roulette
Firing a gun randomly, like in the game of Russian roulette.


With a full set, then change what the odds is,
Playing with the rules to increase the odds of winning.


Flames in the mosque, and
A mosque on fire.


People held hostage
People taken captive by force.


Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit
Every day is a struggle to escape the chaotic environment.


Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick?
Killing for monetary gain, and not recognizing this as a problem.


This shit is out of control, they can't stop it
The situation is uncontrollable, and they cannot stop it.




Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Written by: TARIK L. COLLINS, TALIB GREENE, KARL B. JENKINS, KHARI MATEEN, MALIK SMART, AHMIR K. THOMPSON

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Lemon

man.... never heard something bad from the roots. always the rawest lines over the rawest drums

noony0929

Malik B killed it!

Clayton Jones

Malik B tore this up!

noony0929

hell yeah!

Ryan Bernier

wow what an amazing song.

Jamaal Horton

MONSTER TRACK combined MONSTER BARS = CLASSIC

RiseDemUp

This is war and we expect some losses and we comin' for the heads of the bosses

John Sesame

Good stuff

Caillou

R.i.p. malik

215Christ

malik b. [r.i.p.], our work ain't finished yet. peace. they can't stop the black thought. 2-4 live, S.P. shout to da' 5 and t.e.t....[8.22.20]

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