The Hard Road

(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 'til
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 bein'
A dope emcee but never lost hope in dreamin'
We used to thrash boosted cars 'til 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 BrAKeS, 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 ...

(Shoes are scuffed 'cause the road gets rough, uh)
(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, 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)
(But I think I've been walking)

I'm walking round in circles
Can't even find a friend
(Whoa, my love, whoa, my love)
(Oh, my love, whoa, 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)