Tour Is War

Another instore, another night on tour,
Maybe I can meet some strangers I can pretend to make friends with
I only ever see the bar, the hotel or the highway
We drive, sleep and drink, arrive Half dead
then bring the crowd alive With the live rap music

couple smokes couple sodas and a high five
Promoters owe us so let's get some booze up in the dive

Respect the honest living but its giving me grief
I'm spending time spinning through the linen supple women in my reach.

Where did the day go, on whose say so,
I left my wallet and keys in san diego
I've stopped manning the lighthouse that guides ships to shore.
I don't care about your wherabouts, dood I'm on tour
Working hard for my money try to spread a little bread
And feed a flock of deadbeats get em drunk and on the pot

I don't make a lot of money but live a life inspired,
By living off the fruits of my work so I can be retired
sit in a lounge chair where I'm allowed to just relax.
I don't fit into your bracket, I don't pay the income tax

Palletes smitten with musical talents.
we walk on razorblades and can still find balance.
it pays to be patient amidst all the unrest that comes from the palace.
It weighs on my days.
it makes me think in waves, of strong drink and hidden caves,
whoever blinks first is forced to disperse
and I'm craving the ways of the traveller trail blazing,
taking time to be engulfed in something so amazing.
Rediscovering the reason I love touring in the first place,
if I do this for the loot then I'm dealing with worse case.

love and hate the state they call being on the road.
Haven't dated in 3 years, feel ready to explode.
But I'm a man on the move the landscape the moon
the need to feed off this planet's life until my doom.
everybody knows that hard work shows
it separates the fakes from the pros.
Shit happens you learn from it, you get to the top
then you burn to return to the summit

I'm only one rapper in a bunch of pigeonholed kids whose goal was
just be patient, avoid the temptation
the stagnation, it's all location location.

I listen /follow tradition, pay dues to musicians
Praises due Taj Mahal - gone fishing.
First star wishing that I might glisten with good luck.
Just another cog in the piston just waiting to get stuck



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Writer(s): Josh Martinez
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