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destroyed  By greedy hands lusting for oil  Women under the mighty sun  Carry infants nowhere to run  A young iraqi ten years old  Selling water on a dusty

might take a drive today
I ain't got nowhere to go 
I'm going with the flow
I wanna coast

I'm rapping in traffic
I'm turning my car into the yo
If

on my own
Thank God every day that i'm not alone
Speaks to me every day, son don't you see

And on this road to nowhere it's easy getting by, easy getting

Oh oh oh oh oh
It’s a cold world
Give me air to breathe
Ain’t nowhere to be
The sky is falling down
My heart’s made of the same fibre
Of some

out
On these dirt roads we grew up strong
This world that I've known
So proud of where I'm from yeah

There they go again war mongering
The bullets

Duce tucked 
For any nigga Tryna wrestle 

Did it by my lonely 
I ain't never ask you

Wen niggas in they feelings 
They be bringing up the past

that it's true
I'm doing me nigga you better do you
Before I send bullets your motherfucking way

Don't got no time for the shit that you say
I got my

him, that shit fuck with my asthma
He can run, but them bullets is faster

On the road, he should just be an actor
Somebody come get him, I'm finna cop

Homeward Looking Angel

Pam Tillis

Homeward Looking Angel

1992

She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train
Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain
Seemed like a good time

know what it means to be
Let's eat and eat
I'm walking all alone on the road
To the heavens on a road ain't nowhere to hide

I'm hoping for a dawn but my

by my heart
And your valentine's sweater
Ducked into a coffee shop
Cappuccino with a shiver
Sipped it by the coast
Same one from the summer

The moon

the 4-4

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round

Pray for me,

ambitious, young nigga trying to make it
Road to seven figures, every chance I gotta take it
Dying for you to feel my rhythm and get with my procedure 
But it

Straylin Street

Pete Droge

Necktie Second

1994

Ever catch me
'Cause those are bound to move; gotta hit the road
Called for the hobo, but he was nowhere to be found
He must be lost down on Straylin

a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white

the tears
The constant sound of spat and shouting
Is still ringing in my ears
But still I'm waiting by the window
Wish one day they will come for me
While

Ahnnnnn
Check out my grillz you know how it feel
Check out my bitches they looking to Kill
All of my niggas are willing to Kill
Hit by a bullet you

my bands, we kidnap you like Ricky Tan
I got bows, ayy, by the the ton, BKM, we having fun
Go nowhere without my gun, you play, I put a hole in one

em twerking out the pot (Pot)
Then I'm plotting for your turf
From the dirt oh little class flowers on my shirt
Silver spoon nickel plated like you

for a good wife
My mama for a good life
cnd that middle of nowhere town for all I know
Oh!

I wouldn't be the man you see without it
It's been a while,

There's no hope for me  is what I said inside
Growing up broke  got me good at using my mind
The trinkets I would find  tinkered with the design

By the time I know what the truth is
I will have already casted my vote
By the time I know what the use is
I will have already wasted it all I know

I see the white puff of smoke from the rifles
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest

From out of nowhere, Feleena has found me
Kissing my cheek as she

I'm on the road, driving on my way, I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you baby
I travel alone, like a road at night, day by day I'm looking for you