| On the road again
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| Here’s an obligatory reference to Kerouac
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| He was eating apple pie in a diner
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| I’m sneezing, sleeping on a rug with cats
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| Still trying to convince myself that exposure will fend away life long allergies
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| While waking puffy-eyed as a boxer every other day of the week
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| These songs are spare change signs
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| Under rain
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| Dripping and smudged
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| Near the freeway entrance
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| New Haven Connecticut I — 91
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| I’ve gone on a mission
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| From a vicious dickhead God
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| Who loves to torture for fun
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| And I’ll die trying to please him
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| This tour will never be done
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| I’ve gone from point A to point Z
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| From Salt Lake to Dead Sea
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| And I’ve lost faith in humanity
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| Though I badly want to believe
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| While conscious rappers sample «I have a dream»
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| I’ll discuss life with Latin Kings
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| Wondering what freedom means
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| In a cell with junkies detoxing
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| I could really give a shit about a critical opinion
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| If a CEO can make billions
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| Then the world we know is filth ridden
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| Some of us rock shows to make a living
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| Some of us rock coke to feed our children
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| Some of us flat broke
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| And we all know that the fast food dough won’t cover 4 kids' clothes
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| Back on the road
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| Parole let me leave for a week
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| Out of prison but I still can’t believe that they locked me for weed
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| Kingpin to the CTPD
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| Cause a rat told them that it was all meant for me
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| If Factor can finish this beat
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| Then the album is close to complete
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| Forever 33
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| Christ-nice like Ornery
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| Fake Four till I stop breathing
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| Peace |