Long Hard Times to Come - Gangstagrass, T.O.N.E-z

On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some

I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy

You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard

On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some

I see them long hard times to come

My life is ill son… prepared to kill son

A paradox of pain, baby;

it’s real son

Lonely traveler, ain’t trying to battle ya

But if you’re feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers

Ain’t got no family, you see there’s one of me

Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me

I’m pissed at the world, but I ain’t looking for trouble

I might crack a grin, I ain’t looking to hug you

Think about it, nobody wants to die

There’s rules to this game son, I’m justified

I’m ready to go partner, hey I’m on the run

The devils hugging on my boots that’s why I own a gun

This journey’s too long, I’m looking for some answers

So much time stressing, I forget the questions

I fear no man, you don’t want no problems 'B'

Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me

On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off who wants some

I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy

You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard

On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some

I see them long hard times to come

You probably think I’m crazy, or got some loose screws

But that’s alright though--I'm a’do me, you do you

So how you judging me?

I’m just trying to survive

And if the time comes, I ain’t trying to die

I’m just trying to fly, and get a little love

Find me a dime piece and get a little hug

Hook the car up--hit the bar up--clean the scars up--hey yo, the stars up

Hey this is the life of an outlaw

We ain’t promised tomorrow--I'm living now, dog

I’m walking through life.

but yo my feet hurt

All my blessings are fed, man I’ll rest when I’m dead

Look through my eyes and see the real world

Take a walk with me, have a talk with me

Where we end up--God only knows

Strap your boots on tight you might be alright

On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some

I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy

You try to bogart fall back I go hard

On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some

I see them long hard times to come