The Hard Road

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           (Oh, just don't know)
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(Well, I'm going down)
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Going down the hard road
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(Just don't know) Don't know where I've been


[Verse 1]
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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 cops 'til
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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, bail 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 labourer
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Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor
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To being out on tour, now, no stopping me
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I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography, uh


[Hook]
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road
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(I just don't know) Don't know where I've been
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I don't know where to go, it's like
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road
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(I just don't know) Don't know where I've been


[Verse 2]
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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 to 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 dropout 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 choked 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 'til the engine'd fail
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If I never had bailed, maybe 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, uh


[Hook]
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road
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(I just don't know) Don't know where I've been
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I don't know where to go, it's like
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road
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(I just don't know) Don't know where I've been

DJ Debris, come on and break it down like


[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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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 is watching, so
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So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up

Pull 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 flavour for your cookout, uh


[Hook]
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road
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(I just don't know) Don't know where I've been
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I don't know where to go, it's like
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road
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(I just don't know) Don't know where I've been


[Outro]
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  I'm walking round in circles
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  Can't even find a friend
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Woah, my love