Vagabond's Highway (Remix)
Remixed by Westnyle Productions. This version captures the true meaning of the lyrics.
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Lyrics
I'm forced to look at what I am within
I try to laugh and grin, but happiness is something that I'll never have again/
As soon as I signed on the dotted line
This government owned my time, with my body, and mind /
No longer mine they lied to me
I defend a consitution that no longer applies to me/
And I truly wanna' see that part of me die
And rewind time to change it like Marty McFly /
But I can hardly deny or even try to ignore it
Everyday is worse than the one that came before it/
Morbid imagery enters me from visions I see,
I'm precisely what my environment meant me to be/
Militant, struggling, military, hustlin
Cause I'm in but I'm nothin like the other brothers thats in/
Love with this uniform, died for this uniform! Had a bullet
Protruding between their eyes like a unicorn!/
To conform to this method of serving country that dumped me
In this rut livin' hungry monthly/
College didn't want me so I was scrapped
And even though I could rap, I was placid so I was holdin back/
I tried going back... but I was broke, in fact,
I worked my hands bloody for some money with a broken back/
Totting sacks of garbage, moppin, sweepin
Sellin clothes to the jobless; I've robbed and beaten/
Prisoners in correctional facilities
My profession was to be a villian to professionals of villany/
Eventually I felt like a sell out
For minimun wage with holes in my pocket they wouldn't shell out/
I had to get out of the synical corruption, but just then I knew I was at a critical junction/
A obstruction in my life that couldn't vanquish
Then the pain mixed instantly with shame and anguish /
When paint chips and rotten wood became our asylum
I felt the grief in my wife's tears as I dried them/
And on the nights that she cried them
I looked in her brown eyes and I could see the glaze of heart-ache inside them/
No food, no hope, no shoes, no coat,
No politician visits ghettos so why do we go vote?/
No joke...I am vagabond wandering the state
Pondering my fate to escape from this obvious mistake/
That I've made by selling my soul to military control
...And I'll be livid til' I'm crippled and old/
They try to silence me when I speak a sentence thats bold
Because they know the cold truth and they cringe when its told/
Theres no easy way to say
That I need to seek and pray to God, but I can't see him cause theres demon in the way/
And I attract drama
I feel like my hearts gonna explode like Bill's did when scrapped with Black Mamba/
Rap conquers my personna
So I go ballistic when I hear these twisted kids spit that lack honor/
Who act harder and they say they ganstas slangin'
But they couldn't make it through a day of Basic Training/
But I ain't complainin,
Its just that theres so much stress to supress and these days are draining/
And its makin' me cold
Each stress is a booth on Vagabond Highway thats "takin' its toll"/
And its takin' control, of my whole soul
And I don't know how much longer I'm gon' go/
Before its the end of the road finally
Walk with me down this highway
(Military Prayer)
