Oh, just don't know
Well, I'm going down
Going down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been (Well, I'm going down)
Going down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been
Growing up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran's dog
'Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters 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 rocked hills
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, mums would rock up
And bail me out, a failure out once again
Next weekend, bail 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 sleeping on the
floor
To being out on tour, now, no stopping me
I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography, uh
Going down the hard road
Down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been
And don't know where to go, it's like (Well, I'm going down)
Going down the hard road
Down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been (Well, I'm going down)
I spent my youth like life was cheap
The 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 beaten, even choked at being
A dope MC but never lost hope in dreaming
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine'd 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, uh
Going down the hard road
Down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been
And don't know where to go, it's like (Well, I'm going down)
Going down the hard road
Down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been
DJ Debris, come on and break it down like (Well, I'm going
down)
Shoes are scuffed 'cause the road gets rough
(Just don't know)
Shoes are scuffed 'cause the road gets rough
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 is watching, so
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up
Tear a page from my book out, and pull out
Your finger, put your foot out and keep a lookout
For what we put out, the brand new flavor for your cookout
Going down the hard road
Down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been
And don't know where to go, it's like (Well, I'm going down)
Going down the hard road
Down the hard road (Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been (But I think I've been walking)
I'm walking round in circles
Can't even find a friend
Woah, my love, woah, my love
Oh, my love, woah, my love
Oh, my love
Woah, my love, oh, my love (Down the hard road)
Woah, my love, oh, my love
Woah, my love, oh, my love (Down the hard road)
Woah, my love, oh, my love
My love
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