Land Of The Lost

To be the man they admire, Get it all stand in the fire, Deal with the monsters pretendin to care but are scary never settle and know Pains temporary but prides forever, show courage get success and revel but pride comes before the fall they will tell you risk it all and there’s a chance you will lose it, stay safe at home and never pursue it and you wont have to go through it but youll never reach the highest peaks sitting around living in fear loss failure and self doubt knowing your self worth sometimes to feel your best you gotta feel the hurt and not scrapes i mean the worst of defeat and come out the other side knowing you’re enough you can repeat it. But be careful not to venture too far away from the light you will find you can cross over the line from a valiant fight into a land where the day never comes and there’s nothing but night

Stay in the light, away from the dark

Deep in shadows home of the heartless. my domain the far uncharted, searching the farthest reaches Of hell where no angel fallen or priest will dwell I’m just a man with a calling and you don’t belong here there’s too steep a cost you dont wanna be a resident of the land of the lost

Don’t creep near the shadow try to walk the line wont like what you find not your type or your kind what you pictured in your mind there’s a different animal more akin to a cannibal ruthless killers of the lambs demons like Hannibal hardened souls who feed on weakness sew discord corrupt the people breed contempt blend in under the steeple selling lies to the sheeple Lucifer’s henchmen of evil waging war against Jesus, and God can’t win this on his own he needs us to assist its not a battle in the heavens or in hell its within us our very souls are the battlefield

Stay in the light, away from the dark

Deep in shadows home of the heartless. my domain the far uncharted, searching the farthest reaches Of hell where no angel fallen or priest will dwell im just a man with a calling and you don’t belong here there’s too steep a cost you dont wanna be a resident of the land of the lost

its in your favor knowin a ghost like the Ginger. A Red Ronin who’s been broken who is soulless who can tip the scales of hopeless stand-in the cold in the chaos of the storm this is where his home is he is not afraid of hell this is where he was born an where he dwells stands in the flames ice filling his veins the devil knows him well. Calls him out by name…long as he’s alive you will prevail he will stand in the way a tortured soul fighting the devil to keep you in the day away from the beast knowing the suns always rising in the east and God will grant you peace, next time you stop to pray and get down on your knees pray to God the King Ginger is no deity but if your life’s somehow turning a little better maybe give a wink and a nod as KG’s out there roaming in the land of the lost.

Goody Life,scary yall, whew! See why KG likes to have fun when he’s here with us? Rough home life,haha salute the GREATNESS BABY