Lyrics:
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Now I'm on where next to go
Alone when I go
No twin by the portal when I enter
Hold my place in the mob with a flow
Simple, think about it
light on my fuse
Visual messages on tv screen
Brought to you by icons of inequality
Sexualized bodies denigrated personality
Like objects and toys for
doesn't show
'Cause like a storm it comes fast, and as fast it passes
And I'm back on the wheel spinning around for another few years
It's so hard for me,
overworked and overwhelmed[00:54.98]By the city smog of LA[00:57.69]All day, I lay[00:59.91]Under the financial decay of myself and society[01:03.04]Hit
could've been easy now you gotta make it hard for them
Before you leave the world let the children know it's all for them
Time is now either stand for
Big zoot, hittin hard like Babe Ruth
Big moves, cooking up like Big Zuu
Slick groove, sumin you can skip to
Skip school, skip work, an get cool
(I'm
Northbound on I5
Can hardly wait to get home
To my kids and wife
Been working hard
All day long
I can see the ships' lights
In the port by
love without ruining my outlook
No windows
Stay with me and you'll find
It's not the time to be so intwined in the
World I find it so hard
To find me
got no panties like Winnie the Pooh
She gave me top, like a new do
I just went ghost, like peek-a-boo
Ride by my lonely I don't need a crew, couple real
a cigar
Or when a rapper think he hard but he ain't tough as he talk
I'm on point out the speakers, that's the beak of the hawk
Never hear the mice squeak
jump into the falls
Nigga see by faith in the stomach of the smog
I can't concentrate when i'm off that alchohol
Belly of the beast you in the belly
Don’t let dream be a dream
Like a smog, like a steam
Like a small soap balloon
Just like far shining moon.
Keep your dream in your soul
Make your
from the screaming sirens
To the outskirts of town
The choir's joined by many voices
From crickets, frogs, and bees
The smog in the air is no longer
out, one by one
This the sound of a boy that was broke, and wasn't known
All alone, got 3-4 friends, but on his own
Never P'd, I played out hard in
"They judge us by the color of our skin
But not by the content of our character"
Some of the realest sh - I ever heard
So hard being black (black)
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him "Tell me where you going?"
And this he told me
Said "I'm going on down
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
Always alone, that's why i'm hard
Ain't going home, i'm way too far
All by my own, ready to war
I wanted to travel with the women of my dreams
Well,
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
some really fancy
movement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to
express myself honestly enough; that my friend is very hard
a trapstar
Learned how to double it back hard
Check up the score card
Up by a few ima diehard
Just check out the goyard
Back on the road
Don't got time for no
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
road ahead of me
I can't just let my life pass me by
Cause I try so hard just to get bye
But know I know just what to do
Gonna pack my bags and head
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