Lyrics:
The world can't buckle my knees
So I'm never gon' let it
She keeps looking at me
So now she gon' get it she want it
And by the wonderful moaning
That
tracks in time
One more takes a stand by the water by the land
Shifting like the sand by the Rio Grande
An unbroken chain snow and tears and rain
the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad tracks and find
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
down from the tracks
To the grey slate roofs
I watched the village moving
As the day went slowly by
In the field we lay here
Lovers' footsteps
used to getting by
Old may lays down by the railroad tracks
Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back
I asked him what the time was, he
could have made
But having to admit this one has me
And so the tiger's got his toe
And the only way to holler is by letting go
Still unable to get
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
Sat by a river, wasting my time
I looked at the water and it gave me a sign
I made connection, my reflection
Was calling me back to rock and roll
Classroom of kids, or a venue performing
If I'd had done for the money I'd have been a fucking lawyer
Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories
Humbled by
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin, for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
I rode down to Mechanicsburg
On a cold and wintery day
And I heard a tramp by the railroad tracks
And he had these words to say
I worked forty years
(Right off the line)
Bill Grogan grabbed
(Bill Grogan grabbed)
Him by the back
(Him by the back)
And tied him to
(And tied him to)
The railroad
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live by our principles
The check on me it’s medicinal
The ice on me was predictable
I beat all odds once again
In the end, we all live by our principles
Eyes keep falling on track
Still searching for another reality
Trying to find some painful truth
It's the only way to feel alive on this damned
Tell the mountain that I'm back
From a long and fearful track
All protected from myself in the dark
I've been walking in the dirt
Hoping you did not
Tell the mountain that I'm back
From a long and fearful track
All protected from myself in the dark
I've been walking in the dirt
Hoping you did not
day imma get paid
By any means
Any means
By any means
Any means
Keeping my tooley up on me
You act a fooley I’m on it
Talkin about my work
Imma grind
listen to this track
And think of
The good old days! The good old days!
When i used to say
Keep your sorrow for tomorrow
While I'm by your side, and Just
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