Lost Touch

Lyrics: Stanley Bryan Robinson/Shingo Annen/Javier Starks Music: Malcolm Lloyd Jackson/Stanley Bryan Robinson/Uyama Hiroto Lost touch when we locked down Thankful that I got up after the knockdown Yey-yeah Lost touch with some old friends Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends Yey-yeah Lost sight of the mission Treating your community like competition Yey-yeah What was once lost can be found Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now Yey-yeah Hip-Hop’s 50, I’m doing my best to double that Loss legends, they say the culture is where the trouble’s at Lost our way and it might be too late to double back Chop it up but I’m more John Henry than Lumberjack Lay tracks til I die, fighting the machine off Trying to catch an angel that’s about to burn their wings off Editing the bucket list of things you can leave off Tiptoeing on the edge of faith ‘bout to leap off Cause we harbor the darkest fears its as if our visions Are the tallest, see-sawing and the ceilings are falling Law of the strongest, despite all the odds it's Got me ready to go all in... but why am I Stalin I know Loud haters in the crowd be the nazis Destroy but claim to be building like rowdy Itachis So proudly you watch me, in the studio cooking up miracles Like young black Hiyao Miyazaki How can I lose touch if I had it in the firm grip Of my hand like a handle of a bike When I was a little tyke, palm dirty held tight Then eventually it transformed to the old mic Crown rusty from the spit, signal only from the right But the first time I heard my own voice in the monitors Out of mind simulation watch me body the beat My alias, the birth of a moniker Lost touch when we locked down Thankful that I got up after the knockdown Yey-yeah Lost touch with some old friends Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends Yey-yeah Lost sight of the mission Treating your community like competition Yey-yeah What was once lost can be found Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now Yey-yeah I never thought friends in the past would leave Or pass, R.I.P. some flee after massive schemes Ghosted. The heartbreak is ferocious Ain't no doctor and a cast for these Masses looking down at their phone or their tablet As time flies by at even fasters speeds Where functionality and community clash it seems We lost touch like we cracked the screen It's pretty obvious to us, having been in the scene Feeling old like a vet but curious like a teen Had poets gunned down, prophets sold out Rebels silenced, the schools no alliance Venues shut down, stations paid off High hopes for the internet, its intent malice I see the talent in the stars but the mind so numb Does it sell 'cause it's dumb and we talk with our thumbs Made to be greater, lost touch with the creator The alpha and omega mistaken to be a beta Artist or an artisan, creator or curator Collapsing under baggage that could fit inside a freighter The body is a temple and the mind is a fortress Since health is wealth I’d mind if I lost it Trying to make a living hope they dying to support it If we dying in the streets, is me rhyming as important, guess we Lost touch when we locked down Thankful that I got up after the knockdown Yey-yeah Lost touch with some old friends Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends Yey-yeah Lost sight of the mission Treating your community like competition Yey-yeah What was once lost can be found Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now Yey-yeah Lost touch when we locked down Thankful that I got up after the knockdown Yey-yeah Lost touch with some old friends Try to enjoy the ride until the road ends Yey-yeah Lost sight of the mission Treating your community like competition Yey-yeah What was once lost can be found Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now Yey-yeah Chin high, 10 toes down, let’s go now Yey-yeah