(Oh, just don't know)
(Well I'm goin' down)
(Goin' down the hard road)
(Just don't know)
(Don't know where I've been)
Growin' 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 the 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 labourer
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 Cobains biography, uhh
(Goin' down a hard road), down the hard road
(Just don't know), (don't know where I've been)
And don't know where to go its like
(Goin' down a hard road,) down the hard road
(Just don't know), (don't know where I've been)
(Well I'm goin' 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 drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at bein'
A dope MC but never lost hope in dreamin'
We used to thrash boosted cars 'til the engine would 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 mite
And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed, uhh
(Goin' down a hard road), down the hard road
(Just don't know), (don't know where I've been)
And don't know where to go its like
(Goin' down a hard road,) down the hard road
(Just don't know), (don't know where I've been)
DJ Debris c'mon and break it down like
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
Pull 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 flavour for your cookout, uhh
(Goin' down a hard road), down the hard road
(Just don't know), (don't know where I've been)
And don't know where to go its like
(Goin' down a hard road), down the hard road
(Just don't know), (don't know where I've been)
((Well I'm goin' down)
(I'm walking round in circles)
(Came here to find a friend)
(Uhh, for my love)