Chaka From The Land of Lost

[Verse 1]
My name’s Jose but they call me Chaka
From the land of lost
Where the days run long
I’m a short fuse
Wild heart
Little hard to handle
Got powder on the mirror and bourbon in my song
[Verse 2]
I clock in early at Crown City steel
White hat
Big voice
I run that line
I’m bossy as hell
But the boys all know
I’d bleed for my people
They still fall in behind
[Chorus]
I’m just Chaka from the land of lost
Living too fast
Counting up the cost
I get high
I fall
I crawl back home
Got a momma of two boys waiting in my arms
Yeah
She steadies my hands
Softens my scars
In this busted-up heart
They’re the only calm I’ve known
[Bridge]
Two little shoes by the front door lined up
Cartoons humming from the living room light
She whispers
“You’re more than the mess you’ve been”
And I’m praying she’s right
I’m praying tonight
[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m Chaka from the land of lost
Living too fast
Paying every cost
I get high
I fall
I crawl back home
Got a momma of two boys holding my name
If I change for anything
It’ll be for them
In this busted-up heart
They’re the only calm I’ve known

folk, Slow acoustic country ballad with male vocals, brushed snare, warm upright bass, and a lazy front‑porch swing. Verses stay close and conversational over a single picked guitar; chorus blooms with roomy backing harmonies and a touch of organ pad. Keep the vocal rough-edged but tender, leaning into storyteller charm and a wink of outlaw swagger., slow, acoustic, country