Lyrics: The Hard Road

(Oh, just don't know)
(Where I'm going down)
Going down the hard road
(Just don't know)
Don't know where I've been
(Where 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 the cops till
They'd have me in the back of a paddy
(Down the 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 Cobain's biography

(Going down the hard road)
Down the hard road
(Don't know where I've been)
Don't know where to go it's like
(Going down the hard road)
Down the hard road
(Don't know where I've been)
(Where I'm doing down)

I spent my youth like life was chea
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 being
A dope M.C. but never lost hope in dreaming
We used to thrash boosted cars till 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 breaks right?
Started working late nights
Never seeing daylight
Gettin 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

(Going down the hard road)
Down the hard road
(Don't know where I've been)
Don't know where to go it's like
(Going down the hard road)
Down the hard road
(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 are watching)
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.

(Going down the hard road)
Down the hard road
(Don't know where I've been)
Don't know where to go it's like
(Going down the hard road)
Down the hard road
(Don't know where I've been)
(But I think I've been a-walking)
(I'm a-walking 'round in circles)
(Can't even find a friend)
(Woah, my love)