Black Truck (Extended Version)

I've been through the fire

I felt embers down my spine

And I've said, "World, would you please have mercy on me?

Or could ya please lift the curses on me?"

It said, "You always did

Like it the hard way

Since you were a kid

Look at the scars on your legs

You keep choosin' the wild road"

Oh, not sorry

Stay sick, 'cause I follow my gut

They say I was pushin' my luck

I'ma push me a matte all black truck

No, I'm not sorry

Stay sick, 'cause I follow my gut

They say I was pushin' my luck

I'ma push me a all black truck

I'ma push me a all black truck

I'ma push me a matte all

I been through the storm

I've heard thunder in my heart

And I've said, "World, would you please shine a light upon me?

Or would you show me a sign you love me?"

It said, "You always did

Like it the hard way

Since you were a kid

Time after time, again

You keep choosin' the wild road"

Oh, I'm not sorry

Stay sick, 'cause I follow my gut

They say I was pushin' my luck

I'ma push me a matte all black truck

No, I'm not sorry

Stay sick, 'cause I follow my gut

They say I was pushin' my luck

I'ma push me a all black truck

I'ma push me a all black truck

I'ma push me a matte all black truck

Obstacles I opps, gotta watch

I keep my opticals up

'Cause every soldier stay strapped up in the clutch

And I don't mean totin' tools

No, I got different weapons

Like a nine in my mind

To take in my intellect

Then I aim it at anybody

That's threatenin' my set

When I say set

That's like the kin that still call me by my pet name

Baby, you don't gotta guess

I did it to express

Ain't no need to stress

Just keep a vest over your chest

Mean, don't be taken bullet wounds

That keep you in your room

Feelin' less than impressed

Just keep it cool

Paintin' up this city

With my hue

They like it, they say, ooh, ooh

Plus I stay true despite what you do

And I keep my feet down, my head up

My coo-coo

I remember settlers like you know, you coo-coo

Never been a settler

Hight tides are more like my ride

Either that or a matte black truck

Like the Lexus for my papa

Rest in peace my papa

Key eye out for baby daughter

My spirit's too shot to pew, pew, so why even bother?

Got a lot of nerve

But my fuse is much shorter

I cut you off like my old split ends, yeah

Then it's in like the phoenix again

Venus said keep 'em barred up

So I'm back to the pen

And I got visions in my mind

Like Steve Lynn, Mr. Morris been singin' choruses

For my long lost kin, yeah