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Going down the hard road, don't know where I've been |
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We're going down, going down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been |
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Growing up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran's dog |
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'Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to God |
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Though life's road was hard, I was never so lost |
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That I looked for an answer in a medicine box |
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I never did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked hills |
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Kids with skills still got harassed by the cops till |
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They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up |
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Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up |
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And bail me out, a failure out once again |
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Next weekend, bailed me out, drunk again |
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And I never will forgive myself |
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For putting you through all that hell |
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I went from high school dropout to factory laborer |
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Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor |
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To being back on tour, now no stopping me |
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I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography |
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like |
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been |
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I spent my youth like life was cheap |
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The only change that I wanted, was enough to buy a drink |
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Was on a path nowhere, the harder the road |
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The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the load |
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This school drop out got knocked out, chased by the cops out |
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Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out |
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Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being |
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A dope MC but never lost hope in dreaming |
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We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail |
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If I never had bailed, I'd be dead or in jail |
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And man I got no one else to blame |
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I thank my family and music for keeping me sane |
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But that's the breaks, right? Started working late nights |
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Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might |
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And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus |
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To have to tell my son he nearly never existed |
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like |
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been |
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Dj Debris, c'mon and break it down like |
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And I speak what I feel in the booth, in the spirit of truth |
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'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, they mirror my youth |
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And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option |
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But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching |
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So keep a look out, look up, B ballers keep your hook up |
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Tear a page from my book out and pull out |
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Your finger, put your foot out and keep a lookout |
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For what we put out, the brand new flavor for your cookout |
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been and don't know where to go its like |
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road |
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Don't know where I've been |
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I'm walking round in circles, came here to find a friend |
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For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love |
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For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love |
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For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love |
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For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love |
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For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love |
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For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love |
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