(feat. Truck North, P.O.R.N., Dice Raw)
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[Truck North]
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Trapped, no shield, no sword
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The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
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Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
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The Devil want me as is, but God he want more
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Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go
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like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show
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Living life without a care, mean pokerface
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But I'm forced to play solitaire till I get up out of here
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Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head
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Work alone, sleep alone, eat alone, daily bread
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Counting till my fingers red, how you gon' judge a man
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walking in the shoes of a man with a broken leg?
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Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg
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Last place in the race I ain't never led
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Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out of bed
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Serving in the army of one, it's on again
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[Chorus 2X: Dice Raw]
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Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk it alone
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I always been on my own, ever since the day I born
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So I don't mind walking alone
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[P.O.R.N.]
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I'm in a chess match, I'm in a death trap
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I'm tryna find out where the eggs in the nest at
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I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black
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No love in the world can correct that
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I'm in a slow lane, I'm on my Cobain
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I'm in the new spot tryna run a old game
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I got a new chick, put out my old flame
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No peace, no sleep, no love for a young beast
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You can put me in a cage
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You can put me in the jungle where the lion get blazed
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There ain't no hell like the hell I raise
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I'd die in the bed I made 'fore I lay with a love I loathe
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I'm a snake in the garden of bones
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I'm a loner in a world of clones
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I'm the piece that don't belong, see I roam
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where the the Reaper roam till they put my name on a stone
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Black Thought]
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The longest walk I'll probably ever be on
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The Road to Perdition, guess I'm finna get my plea on
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I pray these wings strong enough to carry me on
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I promise every second felt as if it took an eon
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Walking like the lost boys of Sierra Leone
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The trail of tears what they got me like a Cherokee on
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Between the ears something I require therapy on
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for the working the bone like my name Robert Dion
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I go above and beyond, the duty called, truly y'all
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Even though they kind of blew me off like a booty call
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Asked me if I'm just another muli or a movie star
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Forced to face the +music+ like a graduate of Juilliard
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Walk alone, talk alone, get my Charlie Parker on
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Make my make alone, shed light upon the dark alone
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Get my sparkle on, it's a mission I'm embarking on
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A kamikaze in the danger zone far from home
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[Chorus 2X]
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Walk Alone
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The Roots |