Lost

When i woke up, i didnt know what had happened to me
Didnt know where i was, but it was cold.
I was naked wrapped in a blanket
That smelled fuckin old. Like fuckin mold. 
It was wet too.. i was lying down in some sort of meadow. 
Was i attacked?
Is this where they left me? I started thinking.
My head poundin told me i was probbly drinkin. 
But i still dont know shit.
But it smells like shit.
I look myself over i feel beaten down by a fucking truck full of fuckin bad luck. ... Lucky me
No blood. No bruises no broken bone.... no fuckin phone..

Im shiverin.. head and heart poundin. What if noone ever finds me. I better find food and shelter
So im waitin for a sign or even some sunshine  To give me a clue, or a path where i can ... walk... cuz i aint runnin from nothin. What if someone was watchin..stalkin me. Maybe its an enemy... my mind is wondering. The walls are closing in. 
Breathe... get your shit together.. Im 
Im feeling alone.
 
Cant give up even though im afraid,  Thats is what happens in the forest or the jungle. I know cuz im a survivor. The sun is rising

Get my first glimpse of a horizon. What a awesome sight when youre fighting for your life. It could be my last moment. In the light i get a glimpse of a building so i make my way thru the trees,quietly.

So i.
Continue through the brush a few steps then i stop. I listen for water or a road. But i hear a low grumble. Its behind me.. i will walk away slowly. Maybe it wont bother me. Nope..
Its coming. I start running a dive thru a wall of green, and crash through to the other side.  As i look for somewhere to hide. I make my way inside. Nobodys home. Im still alone. I find a coat and old jeans, must belong to a gorilla, but i put em on. Creep to the window. The sun is up and i can see where im at... hes coming. Im not runnin. And hes still huntin me. I make my way to the kitchen and grab a knife.  I aint goin out without a fight. I wait.. i strike. I dont stop . Im on top stabbin. He still grabbin for his gun. He pushes me off and pulls the trigger. Im hit.. shit.. he puts the gun to my head.. click.. i wake up.. sweatin.. it was real.. i could still feel the heat from lead inside of me.
The pain as it entered my body.
My body getting colder... the mold
This is what it feels like when youre old..

rap, hip hop, male, horror movie, west coast gangster