Intro
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Going down a hard road, (just don't know)
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been, (where I'm going down.
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Verse 1 ? Suffa
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Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran¡¯s dog,
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Cos I was going nowhere like a child¡¯s letters to god,
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Though life¡¯s road was hard I was never so lost,
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That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
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I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
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Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
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They¡¯d have me in the back of a paddy, down the lock up,
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Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
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And bail me out, a failure out once again,
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Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
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And I never will forgive myself,
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For putting you through all that hell,
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I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
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Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
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To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
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I¡¯ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.
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Chorus
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been, and don¡¯t know where to go its like,
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been.
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Verse 2 ? Pressure
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I spent my youth like life was cheap,
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The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
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Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
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The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
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This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
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Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
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Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
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A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
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We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
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If I never had bailed maybe I¡¯d be dead or in jail,
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And man I got no one else to blame,
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I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
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But that¡¯s the breaks right? Started working late nights,
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Never seein daylight, gettin paid like a slave might,
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And I¡¯ve done too many years to miss this for my missus,
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To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.
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Chorus
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been, and don¡¯t know where to go its like,
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Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been,
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DJ Debris c¡¯mon and break it down like,
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Verse 3 ? Suffa
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And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
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Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
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And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
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But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
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So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
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Pull a page from my book out, and pull out,
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Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
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For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.
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Chorus
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Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been, and don¡¯t know where to go its like,
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Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
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Don¡¯t know where I¡¯ve been¡¦
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The Hard Road Restrung
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Hilltop Hoods |