Lost so much, but still have everything
Only possible loses are material things
Remember seeing people transition
The mystery is revealed in everything
King Bryant proclaimed with thunderous sound
As long as you say my name I live.
So now I say it everyday
Knowing he is still with me
Recognizing I was mourning
Future memories I didn’t even see

Lost so much, but still have everything
Only possible loses are material things
Growing up with that key round neck
That shit wasn’t easy for me
Big as I was, not even two digits yet
Walking past all kinds of mess
Nothing to do at home but create fantasy
Realized I wasn’t lonely, just was being me
But I damn sure guaranteed
My seed wouldn’t go that way

Lost so much, but still have everything
Only possible loses are material things
Grew up with so much
I was giving it away
Thinking these little trinkets were in the way
There was a whole world to see
But I was so busy enjoying being me
Meeting social expectations
I ventured out, found out what the world was about
Saw I wasn’t missing a thing, but me

Lost so much, but still have everything
Only possible loses are material things
seeing pain from different points of view
From nicotine, from alcohol, sex, narcotics
From fixing cars, fixing the yard, painting new paint
People doing anything to avoid what life brings
I saw a bunch of people out in this world
Trying to find that solitude that I released
Laughing at the the psychology of my disbelief
We are all missing the opportunity to be me