(Verse)
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This one¡¯s for the road,
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Not the bitches, not the drama,
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Not my tec or the chopper,
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Not my daughter, not her momma,
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Just the road.
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Not my enemies or friends,
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Not a loss or win
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Or the hood, even though it¡¯s six times ten.
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Not the pills, even though they make me feel like everything worth it,
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I was still pushing up the hill.
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Not the buzz or the shine, can¡¯t hold this whole fucking time
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Shit be fine, you be living before you know what you die
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Is just for the road.
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Everything seem to happen so fast, we drive slow
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Had you appreciate the trip or the destination?
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That¡¯s why we¡¯re in the car, celebrating.
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Some niggers talk to you cause they hate
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Some niggers straight out of fare,
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But keep your eyes out your rear view,
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These objects be closer than they appear.
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He actually learn more from his father at the distance
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Then he ever would have learn seeing him every morning in the kitchen
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A backyard baseball picture, shit, how ironic.
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I know that¡¯s about a hundred miles back,
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But this still the same track, we¡¯re just on a different lap.
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I relapse, still remember coming home from school,
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Wasn¡¯t banging, wasn¡¯t strap, man, they told me grandma died,
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I collapsed, heart got cold, world got black
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The set got a new homie, I think I got a match.
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Deffinatelly wasn¡¯t all cause of that, but I gotta say it¡¯s more cause of that.
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Shit don¡¯t matter, though.
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Funny how the seasons change, a rag in the road
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My heart ain¡¯t never heal, I swear I¡¯m feeling better, though.
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They only see my tats and the scars, where I¡¯ve been
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They ain¡¯t never hang where I hang.
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From the number blocks over the north north
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Up to the south war, shit, this so nor.
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Down the next, still catching rack,
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Book a trail, book is well, this world ain¡¯t got better yet.
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Stop to think like boy, that man not need his gun
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Or don¡¯t think and be the last time that man see his son
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With thoughts like these simply to have
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Sunday morning is the first momma got me in church
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I¡¯m missing ses.
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That was like the last few thousand miles
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I could paint a whole mirror, you all crowd around.
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I said that was like the last few thousand miles
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I could paint a whole mirror, you all crowd around.
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Not the bitches, not the drama,
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Not my tec or the chopper,
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Not my daughter, not her momma,
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Just the road.
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Not my enemies or friends,
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Not a loss or win, even though it¡¯s six times ten.
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Not the pills, even though they make me feel like everything worth it,
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I was still pushing up the hill.
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The Road
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Tsu Surf |