Song Length |
4:06 |
Genre |
Rap - Alternative, Rock - Alternative |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Distressed, Affable |
Subject |
Pride, Infinity |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Alone: what the strong will be to survive all the slings and arrows. We die to feel more alive. No matter what we do, GO.
Never thought I'd see 35 a wife and 4 kids. I was blinded by the streets. I didn't have a vision then. Mama told me I was smart but I ran out of hope. Rather run in the streets getting money like the folks. I learned a whole lot as a soldier in the struggle. Not everyone is real. Hardly anyone is loyal. You put in the work, to the victor goes the spoils. Always been an underdog, now a champ like the Royals. Want some real music then I got something for ya. I tell the whole story not censored by paranoia. Im one of the best like the meds from California. Im tired of the stress, give my best, I tried to warn ya. Smile cause your blessed the journey is far from over. Be proud that you made it in life you endured torture. Never go back be grateful for what it taught ya.
The road to nowhere: seems my demons are dragging me down.
Life has ups and downs like a rollercoaster so I hold my toaster as the world grows colder. Feel the pain of the soldiers trying to remain sober. Keepin my eyes on the roaches, the rats, and cobras.
For years I was walking this lonely road. Sticking to the G code living life in beast mode. The mind of a lunatic and don't know what to do with it. Trying my hardest to make the best of the music shit. But all i see is obstacles in my optical. Tell me is it logical to think that this is possible? Why do I feel I'm against all odds? Like a man with no plan only working odd jobs. Still I'm sick of the disdain, you claim to understand what going through my mind you'll find that once again I gives a fuck how ya feel cause the struggle is real. I used to go to sleep at night clutching nothing but the steel. Due to hunger I used to wonder how I'd get my next meal. Should I rhyme? Should I steal? Or cop some drugs and deal? They say I got a choice but once them hunger pangs set in...the only voice I hear is coming from my weapon.
The road to nowhere: seems my demons are dragging me down. Sacrifice my dreams. Sickness without a sound.
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