The Road (feat. Rich Rogers)

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Jon the Journalist

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Eh yo it’s Jon the Journalist
We all have our own pasts that shape us right
And you got to own yours
You can diverge going forward, but that’s up to you
Just remember, no matter what path you’re on
It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey
And Peep this
Two roads diverged in the woods
And I - I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Feel that for a bit, talk to ‘em rich
Bout a 1000 blunts rolled
Lil smoke for the road
Swishers for the stress
While he spit that petro
Heart full of go
Determined to blow
It’s all a game of chess
Don’t be no pawn for the show
So, I’m just in that lab like a chemist
Away from the gimmicks, puffin’ my spinach
Move on a pivot I know that they mimic
They lovers and critics my last mixtape I shitted
No constipation
I might need some ventilation
Metamucil my occupation
Nigga ugghhhh!
This ain’t a job, it’s a obligation
Back to cookin’ with the Journalist
Herbalist turned specialist
Spit my story like a novelist
Burn the track up arsonist
Took my blood phlebotomists
But I used that shit as a catalyst
Now
I’m back on my rapper shit
Ready and willing I’m here for the killing
I die for my siblings I ride with no feelings
& this what they wanted huuuhhh?
Route I’m changing thru the seasons bruh
3rd eye road I’m proceeding
PCH wit the ocean
I’m Steady Coastin’ nigga!!!
I’m back on the road
Don’t which way imma go
I know I recognize forks
Look as same as before
But, i gotta keep it movin’
Yeah, gotta keep improvin’
I’m back on the road
Don’t which way imma go
I know I recognize forks
Look as same as before
But, i gotta keep it movin’
Yeah, gotta keep improvin’
They say he was a nomad
He was so glad on the road with no map
On his own with no fans
But he has the biggest gonads
When he raps, he brings the toe tags
That’s no cap
Let’s go back like a 4 track
To find the competition lost Lojack
Cus Rich and I be living high in a place where pigeons fly
We rap and mystify
You lames do the math and simplify
Sweeter than a lemon pie
We ain’t stoppin’ til we get signed, Gemini
I’m over all the bullshit
No more caring if I’m foolish
If I’m trying, then I’m dying
Man you lyin’ on your cool shit
Maybe cus I’m older
I done got that chip up off my shoulder
Life just got a little shorter
Still don’t got that shit in order
It’s all good, it’s alright
Cus while you stress, I’m living life
On this road to success, under dressed,
A bit obsessed to do my best, above the rest
So I check directions twice
To make sure that I’m livin’ right
I’m back on the road
Don’t which way imma go
I know I recognize forks
Look as same as before
But, i gotta keep it movin'
Yeah, gotta keep improvin’
I’m back on the road
Don’t which way imma go
I know I recognize forks
Look as same as before
But, i gotta keep it movin’
Yeah, gotta keep improvin’

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