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sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don't like guns
I don't like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass?  I'm at home
the free world again, I'm a ball 
Put my back up on the wall hopin blessins from the lord 
3rd strike twenty to life nigga I choose death 
Leave a coppers
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day

If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day

If ya son 14 and his dad
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip
I loved him like the brother I never had
He was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day

If ya son 14 and his dad
at the Walmart
Down any aisle in the supermarket
Field party on a Friday night
Pull right up 3rd & Parking

Look around for the nasty boots, tan legs, cherry lips
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins'
to KY 
FL to IL, TX to MI 

As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen 
Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions 
And it
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
smooth by long grandmother nights
Sitting by the rocking chair waiting for the world

Oh, if I could roll back all the years and talk to my daddy's dad
down?

You can sit beside me in the middle seat
Baby I'll drive, you can kick up your feet
Feel that summer breeze and watch the world go by
No, I
Moon shinin' down through the palms
Shadows movin' on the sand
Somebody whisperin' the twenty-third psalm
Dusty rifle in his tremblin' hands
Billy Callery

Lace your shoes with country blues
Ramble down that dusty ole road

Take your money down in the town
Gonna get rich in the game
Come
down 
From her pretty world. 
You'll be coming down 
My pretty Pearle. 

So I took my problem to the road 
Where I saw the land by Deegan Curve.
Touched by a butterfly on my way home 
Flying who knows where 
Walking down that dusty road 
Without a care 

The sun was shining up in the country
Hot sun goin' down
Heatin' up this little town
The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done

Moonlight, fireflies
Beer on the bank by
power so strong
Dusty roads, down the way
Leaving the future behind me

I got a fast car, like a rock star
Come and join the ride with me
Take
Been down the road to work and back
Been in what I thought was love a few times
But every once in a while I stop and ask
Where have I been all my
The time that passes by makes us recognize
That cross and robe are made not for paradise
Just some odd relics of old worlds dusty mankind

Oh lord is
[Chorus]
 
Sometimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road 
Not even listed on a map 
I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole 
But I always
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old

Little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad looked down
man down to the ground
The tractor pitched him into a ditch and
Left a dusty sound
Of the wheel that kept spinnin' round
The wheel that kept
and sunless days
While asking for some kind of clue
Or road to lead us to the truth
But who will answer?

Side by side two people stand
Together vowing, hand in
Mountains, staring at me as they're rollin' by.
Sunset, paints a path across the southern sky.
Headin' down the dusty highway, there he was in