The Hard Road

Going down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

Going down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

Growin' up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran's dog

'Cause I was goin' nowhere like a child's letter to God

Though life's road was hard, I was never so lost

That I looked for an answer in a medicine box

I never did pop pills or cop deals, just robbed tills

Kids with skills still got harassed by cops till

They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up

Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, moms would rock up

And bail me out, a failure out once again

Next weekend, bailed me out, drunk again

And I never will forgive myself

For putting you through all that hell

I went from high school dropout to factory laborer

Slave to the clock until four, went from sleepin' on the floor

To being out on tour, now, no stoppin' me

I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography

Going down the hard road

Down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

And don't know where to go, it's like

Going down the hard road

Down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

I spent my youth like life was cheap

Only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink

Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road

The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the load

This school dropout got knocked out, chased by the cops out

Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out

Been broke and bitten, even choked and beaten

A dope MC, but never lost hope in dreaming

We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail

If I never had bailed, maybe I'd be dead or in jail

And man, I got no one else to blame

I thank my family and music for keeping me sane

But that's the breaks, right? Started working late nights

Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might

And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus

To have to tell my son he nearly never existed

Going down the hard road

Down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

And don't know where to go, it's like

Going down the hard road

Down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

DJ Debris, come on and break it down like

And I speak what I feel in the booth, in the spirit of truth

'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, they mirror my youth

And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option

But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watchin'

So, so, keep a look out, look up, B-ballers, keep your hook up

Pull a page from my book out and pull out

Your finger, put your foot out and keep a look out

For what we put out, the brand new flavor for your cookout

Going down the hard road

Down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

And don't know where to go, it's like

Going down the hard road

Down the hard road

Don't know where I've been

I'm walking 'round in circles

Came here to find a friend

For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love

Down the hard road

Down the hard road